I have a fantastic wife, and not only in terms of external beauty. Her priority and mine is our children. read more

I have a fantastic wife, and not only in terms of external beauty. Her priority and mine is our children. That is our choice.

The ability to see beauty is the beginning of our moral sensibility. What we believe is beautiful we will not read more

The ability to see beauty is the beginning of our moral sensibility. What we believe is beautiful we will not want　only destroy.

All kinds of beauty do not inspire love; there is a kind which
only pleases the sight, but does read more

All kinds of beauty do not inspire love; there is a kind which
only pleases the sight, but does not captivate the affections.
[Sp., No todas hermosuras enamoran, que algunas alegran la vista,
y no rinden la voluntad.]

The beauty seems right
By force of beauty, and the feeble wrong
Because of weakness.

The beauty seems right
By force of beauty, and the feeble wrong
Because of weakness.

Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should read more

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.

When you have to do all the more crappy jobs before, you appreciate all the good work that comes out read more

When you have to do all the more crappy jobs before, you appreciate all the good work that comes out of that. There are many girls who immediately have a top model career, and there are lots of models who are doing things that aren't as exciting as doing big campaigns and beautiful magazines.

Beauty is the lover's gift.

Beauty is the lover's gift.

Suggestions or comments on this site? Send an email -Frank Zappa.

Suggestions or comments on this site? Send an email -Frank Zappa.

The ladies of St. James's!
They're painted to the eyes;
Their white is stays for ever,
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The ladies of St. James's!
They're painted to the eyes;
Their white is stays for ever,
Their red it never dies;
But Phyllida, my Phillida!
Her colour comes and goes;
It trembles to a lily,--
It wavers to a rose.