|The beast in high-heeled shoes.|
Beauty is a gift which is seldom despised except by those who do not possess it.
Beauty is the bait that makes the hook more palatable.
Beauty covers many sins.
Beauty is the beast in high heeled shoes.
I am an animal, but I try not to let on.
What is beauty? Does it stem from within? Does it lie in the eye of the beholder?
Is it art, or science, is it form over function? Or a combination of both?
The beauty of our intentions is so seldom matched by the aesthetic qualities of our results.
Such is life, but then life is beauty, in all of its manifold forms and structures, with all of its sublime transience and enduring geological monoliths, and the fleeting shapes of human attitudes.
Beauty is the ghost of ancient times and the promise of things to come.