Beauty is the promise of happiness.
Beauty is the sole ambition, the exclusive goal of Taste.
Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.
Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.
Though beauty gives you a weird sense of entitlement, it’s rather frightening and threatening to have others ascribe such importance to something you know you’re just renting for a while.