On beauty

Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose; you can smell it and that is all: that is why criticism of art, except in so far as it unconcerned with beauty and therefore with art, is tiresome.

Beauty is perfect, and perfection (such is human nature) holds our attention but for a while.

Beauty is a blind alley. It is a mountain peak which once reached leads nowhere.

Beauty is that which satisfies the aesthetic instinct. But who wants to be satisfied. It is only to the dullard that enough is as good as a feast. Let us face it: beauty is a bit bore.

William Somerset Maugham, Cakes and Ale

Beauty is that which attracts your soul. And that which loves to give and not to recieve.

Kahlil Gibran, Tears and Laughter.

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