’T is beauty calls, and glory shows the way.

Beauty lay not in the thing, but in what the thing symbolized.

Beauty to her, as to all who have felt, lay not in the thing, but in what the thing symbolized.

Beauty, then, is not mere decoration, but rather an essential element of the liturgical action, since it is an attribute of God himself and his revelation. These considerations should make us realize the care which is needed, if the liturgical action is to reflect its innate splendour.

Glory. Lovelier to desire than to possess.

After all, though beauty be deceitful, and favour be vain, yet beauty is the most exquisite gift ever lavished by fairies around an infant cradle. Its charm is nameless ; it wins us, we know not why — and lingers on our memory, we know not wherefore. Whether in the animate or the inanimate world, it is the cause of our most delicious sensations ; it belongs to the imagination, for it calls up within us whatever of poetry may be lurking in the "hidden mines of thought." It is the attribute of all that is most glorious in existence — it is on the azure sky — it clothes the earth as with a garment — it rides triumphant over the purple bosom of the sea. Look within our hearts, it has originated all that is ideal in our nature. Beauty is the shadow flung from heaven on earth — it is the type of a lovelier and more spiritual existence, and the broken and transitory lights that it flings on this our sad and heavy pilgrimage, do but indicate another and a better sphere, where the beautiful will also be the everlasting. The homage involuntarily paid to its mysterious influence is but an unconscious acknowledgment of its divine origin, and its eternal future.

The beauty of things means virtue and value in them
It is in the beholder's eye, not the worlds? Certainly.
It is the human mind's translation of the transhuman
Intrinsic glory. It means the world is sound.

Beauty, the splendour of truth, is a gracious presence when the imagination contemplates intensely the truth of its own being or the visible world, and the spirit which proceeds out of truth and beauty is the holy spirit of joy. These are realities and these alone give and sustain life.

The greatest beauty is organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty of the universe.

A beauty neither of fine colour nor long eyelash, nor pencilled brow, but of meaning, of movement, of radiance.

Thus, Beauty is neither an appearance nor a being, but a relationship: the transformation of being into appearance

Beauty beyond thought everywhere, beneath, above, made and being made forever.

Beauty — and all the values that derive from beauty — are not measured and evaluated in terms of the dollar.

Beauty was not simply something to behold; it was something one could do.