The wondering gaze doth everywhere admire
A beauteous disorder.

The beautiful is always bizarre.

There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust.

True beauty is always oddly surprising.

Order is the pleasure of the reason; but disorder is the delight of the imagination.

Si l'ordre est le plaisir de la raison, le désordre est le délice de l'imagination.

Evermore in the world is this marvelous balance of beauty and disgust, magnificence and rats.

That which is not slightly distorted lacks sensible appeal; from which it follows that irregularity — that is to say, the unexpected, surprise and astonishment, are an essential part and characteristic of beauty.

It's a mess. But you know what? It's a beautiful mess that we can't and shouldn't try to avoid.

There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion.

That which is not slightly distorted lacks sensible appeal: from which it follows that irregularity - that is to say, the unexpected, surprise and astonishment, are an essential part and characteristic of beauty.

There's beauty, heartbreaking beauty, everywhere.

There is beauty, heartbreaking beauty, everywhere.

I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty, and wish to see you with a hundred eyes. I am in the house of mercy and my heart is a place of prayer.