Beauty is not democratic; she reveals herself more to the few than to the many.
Beauty is a manifestation of secret natural laws, which otherwise would have been hidden from us forever.
Beauty lies in nature and reveals, once the artist has perceived it, its own expressive power.
A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer... He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.
There isn't a single person or landscape or subject which doesn't possess some interest, although it may not be immediately apparent. When a painter discovers this hidden treasure, other people are immediately struck by its beauty.
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
Behind all these manifestations is the one radiance, which shines through all things. The function of art is to reveal this radiance through the created object.
A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.
