Charles Caleb Colton Quotes

Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.

Cheap little rhymes A cheap little tune Are sometimes as dangerous As a sliver of the moon.

Beauty - a deceitful bait with a deadly hook.

She was poison in a pretty bottle.

Beautiful coquettes are quacks of love.

Yet is beauty the pleasing trickery that cheateth half the world.

The characteristic of coquettes is affectation governed by whim.

Great liars are also great magicians.

Many a dangerous temptation comes to us in gay, fine colours, that are but skin-deep.

We live in a rainbow of chaos.

See how fortune deludes us, and that which we put carefully into her hands, she either breaks or lets it fall from her hands, or causes it to be removed by the violence of another, or suffocates and poisons, or taints with suspicion, fear and jealousy to the great hurt and ruin of the possessor.

Whatever deceives men seems to produce a magical enchantment.

O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!

He's dreaming with his eyes open, and those that dream with their eyes open are dangerous, for they do not know when their dreams come to an end.

Illusion is the dust the devil throws in the eyes of the foolish

Nothing is so treacherous as the obvious.

Everything that enchants may be said to deceive.

Darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

Take heed thou trust not the deceitful lap Of wanton Dalilah; the world's a trap.

Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious To have mistrusted her.

Judge the moth by the beauty of the candle

Look on beauty, and you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight; which therein works a miracle in Nature, making them lightest that wear most of it: so are those crisped snaky golden locks which make such wanton gambols with the wind upon supposed fairness, often known to be the dowry of a second head, the skull that bred them in the sepulchre.

Glamour is translucent — not transparent, not opaque. It invites us into the world but it doesn’t give us a completely clear picture.

A naked woman is less dangerous than one who spreads her skirt skillfully to cover and exhibit everything at once.

What is beauty? Beauty is no more than a trick; a delusion; the influence of excited particles and electrons colliding in your eyes, jostling in your brain like a bunch of overeager school children, about to be released on break. Will you let yourself be deluded? Will you let yourself be decieved? -"On Beauty and Falsehood," The New Philosophy, by Ellen Dorpshire