The terrifying and edible beauty of Art Nouveau architecture.

O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

Through loyalty to the past, our mind refuses to realize that tomorrow's joy is possible only if today's makes way for it that each wave owes the beauty of its line only to the withdrawal of the preceding one.

There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion.

Although beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, the feeling of being beautiful exists solely in the mind of the beheld.