The image is a dream. The beauty is real. Can you see the difference?

The world is a dream, you say, and it’s lovely, sometimes. Sunset. Clouds. Sky.”

“No. The image is a dream. The beauty is real. Can you see the difference?

This is the beauty I want. Beauty has got to be astonishing, astounding — it's got to burst in on you like a dream, like the exquisite eyes of a girl.

Love is a beautiful dream.

A sight to dream of, not to tell!

Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love

I fused the beauty of dreaming and the reality of life into a single blissful colour..

...On a clear bright day even the softness of the sounds is golden...

I believe the image is what can unite the world.

The herculean task of a photographer is to capture a momentary frame as beautiful in reality, as it would be in a dream.

Paint upon a palette, delighting our eyes with soul-satisfying pictures, a treasure of well set jewels a sympathy with growing things, fashioned into a dream of beauty, a place of perfect rest and refreshment of mind and body. This sense of beauty is a gift of God.

The beauty of images lies behind things, the beauty of ideas in front of them.

A fugitive paradise smiles at him from her eyes: He dreams of her beauty made for ever his, He dreams of his mastery her limbs shall bear, He dreams of the magic of her breasts of bliss.

Beauty seen is never lost.

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