Elegance is something more than ease; it is more than a freedom from awkwardness or restraint. It implies, I conceive, a precision, a polish, a sparkling, spirited yet delicate.
Elegance is not an ornament worthy of man.
A look of intelligence is what regularity of features is to women: it is a styule of beauty to which the most vain may aspire. [Fr., L'air spirituel est dans les hommes ce que la regularite des traits est dans les femmes: c'est le genre de beaute ou les plus vains puissent aspirer.]
She is elegant rather than belle.
My idea of beauty is somebody that doesn't have to try too much, someone who is effortless and fresh.
Beauty at 70 years old isn't the same as beauty at 20 years old, but it is stunning nonetheless.
Portraits are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.
What is chic is just to be perfect, like magical, no?
