It's so beautiful.

So beautiful! I had no idea! I had no idea...

There's a great and unutterable beauty in all this.

The world was so beautiful when regarded like this, without searching, so simply, in such a childlike way. Moons and stas were beautiful, beautiful were bank and stream, forest and rocks, goat and gold-bug, flower and butterfly. So lovely, so delightful to go through the world this way, so like a child, awake, open to what is near, without distrust.

It's very beautiful over there.

"How beautiful that is!" said Laurie softly, for he was quick to see and feel beauty of any kind.

The world was beautiful when looked at in this way — without any seeking, so simple, so childlike.

It was just perfect, just right all at once.

Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

It was beautiful and simple as all truly great swindles are.

Why was nature so beautiful for no reason at all?

The snow globe was perfect, and so beautiful — just like Elsa.

Of course it was beautiful; but there was something more than beauty in it, something more stingingly splendid which had made beauty its handmaiden.

It may have been quixotic, but it was magnificent.