Even in the centuries which appear to us to be the most monstrous and foolish, the immortal appetite for beauty has always found satisfaction.

I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.

The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries with terror before being defeated.

There are women who inspire you with the desire to conquer them and to take your pleasure of them; but this one fills you only with the desire to die slowly beneath her gaze.

It would be difficult for me not to conclude that the most perfect type of masculine beauty is Satan, as portrayed by Milton.

Strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.