Immanuel Kant Quotes

Beautiful things, when taste is formed, are obviously and unaccountably beautiful.

There is a field where all wonderful perfections of microscope and telescope fail, all exquisite niceties of weights and measures, as well as that which is behind them, the keen and driving power of the mind. No facts however indubitably detected, no effort of reason however magnificently maintained, can prove that Bach's music is beautiful.

Beauty is an opinion not a fact.

Beauty is no quality in things themselves: It exists merely in the mind which contemplates them; and each mind perceives a different beauty.

Beauty is whatever anyone thinks is beautiful.

Liking is not always the child of beauty; but whatsoever is liked, to the liker is beautiful.

It is impossible that beauty should ever distinctly appreciate itself.

Beauty is that little something that fills the whole world, and is contained neither in a single straight nose, a long eyelash, nor a blue mountain. Some see it in a leg of mutton, others in a compound fracture; and to expect others to accept one's own definition of it is as absurd as to expect all humanity to use the same toilet-brush.

Spin is 'something is beautiful because we say it's beautiful.'

Is beauty beautiful, or is it only our eyes that make it so?

I just think of things as beautiful or not. Can't you understand? I don't think of good or bad. Just of beautiful or ugly. I think a lot of nice things are ugly and a lot of nasty things are beautiful.

There are no bad books any more than there are ugly women.

Only the beautiful can acknowledge all that is beautiful, and only the ugly can acknowledge all that is ugly as being beautiful. Beauty is in the heart of the beholder.

The paintings of Francis Bacon to my eye are very beautiful. The paintings of Bosch or Goya are to my eye very beautiful. I've also stood in front of those same paintings with people who've said, 'let's get on to the Botticellis as soon as possible.' I have lingered, of course.

My situation gives me certain ideas about beauty or the excitement of life, but that doesn't mean other people can necessarily appreciate it.

One man’s “ugly” is another man’s “beautiful.

Beauty means this to one person, perhaps, and that to the other. And yet when any one of us has seen or heard or read that which to us is beautiful, we have known an emotion which is in every case the same in kind, if not in degree; an emotion precious and uplifting.

Beauty is in the eye of the gazer.

Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.

What beauty is, I know not, though it adheres to many things.

The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason.

Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.

If I think something is beautiful, there must be somebody out there who will agree with me.

Beauty is altogether in the eye of the beholder.