I lived in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in maturity.

At any rate, I am convinced that He does not play dice.

I want to know God’s thoughts; the rest are details.

How terrible this darkness was, how bewildering, and yet mysteriously beautiful!

It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.

Make everything as simple as possible, but not simpler.

You have to learn the rules of the game. And then you have to play better than anyone else.

If a man cannot understand the beauty of life, it is probably because life never understood the beauty in him.

Information is not knowledge.

You’re like a gray sky. You’re beautiful, even though you don’t want to be.

Weakness of attitude becomes weakness of character.

We need beauty because it makes us ache to be worthy of it.

If the facts don’t fit the theory, change the facts.

A woman who cannot be ugly is not beautiful.

I never think of the future – it comes soon enough.

"When love and skill work together, expect a masterpiece."

Coincidence is God’s way of remaining anonymous.

I have no special talent. I am only passionately curious.

Tell them dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, then beauty is its own excuse for being.

A clever person solves a problem. A wise person avoids it.

Plainness has its peculiar temptations quite as much as beauty.

Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age 18.

What delights us in visible beauty is the invisible.

Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age 18.

One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.

I speak to everyone in the same way, whether he is the garbage man or the president of the university.

The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express.

If you can’t explain it to a six year old, you don’t understand it yourself.

All the diversity, all the charm, and all the beauty of life are made up of light and shade.

God gave me the stubbornness of a mule and a fairly keen scent.

Do not beautify your appearance, but be beautiful in your way of life.

Pure design appeals to the eye just as absolute music appeals to the ear.

Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.

The criterion of true beauty is that it increases on examination; of false, that it lessens.

When I am working on a problem I never think about beauty. I only think about how to solve the problem. But when I have finished, if the solution is not beautiful, I know it is wrong.

When people see some things as beautiful, other things become ugly. When people see some things as good, other things become bad.

For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.

Beauty is no quality in things themselves: It exists merely in the mind which contemplates them; and each mind perceives a different beauty.

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty.

Nothing truly valuable arises from ambition or from a mere sense of duty; it stems rather from love and devotion toward men and toward objective things.

If you foolishly ignore beauty, then you will soon find yourself without it.

You can’t blame gravity for falling in love.

Love brings much happiness, much more than pining brings pain.

Beauty intoxicates the eyes, as wine does the body; both are morally fatal if indulged.

I firmly believe that love [of a subject or hobby] is a better teacher than a sense of duty – at least for me.

Women marry men hoping they will change. Men marry women hoping they will not. So each is inevitably disappointed.

We are here to awaken from our illusion of separateness.

When you trip over love, it is easy to get up. But when you fall in love, it is impossible to stand again.

Is it not a lack of real affection that scares me away again and again from marriage. Is it a fear of the comfortable life, or nice furniture, of dishonor that I burden myself with, or even the fear of becoming a contented bourgeois?

But he who dares not grasp the thorn. Should never crave the rose.