He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManEscape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.
The Poems Of Wilfred OwenIntelligence is perhaps but a malady, -a beautiful malady; the oysters's pearl.
Philosophic Nights in Paris,: Being Selections from Promenades Philosophiques...but it wouldn't be happily ever after without a kiss.
The Ravenous Gown: And 14 More Tales about Real BeautyTruly I am God's Beauty, His Trophy, His Outstretched Arms...I am here for His Glory and Pleasure.
Risk It, Be DifferentThe study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries out in terror before being vanquished.
Twenty Prose Poems