I am still a victim of chess. It has all the beauty of art - and much more. It cannot be commercialized. Chess is much purer than art in its social position.

I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections, Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling, Or just after.

Beauty and the devil are the same thing.

You can take no credit for beauty at sixteen. But if you are beautiful at sixty, it will be your soul's own doing.

Often, the roles I'm offered in England are melancholic women who are filled with regret for the past, regret for their fading beauty.