Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.

If in my youth I had realized that the sustaining splendour of beauty of with which I was in love would one day flood back into my heart, there to ignite a flame that would torture me without end, how gladly would I have put out the light in my eyes.

A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth or perfection is a poverty-stricken day and a succession of such days is fatal to human life.

At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough.

Light, God's eldest daughter, is a principal beauty in a building.