Ian Johnson
Artist | Hobbyist | Photography

United States

Why do I fall in love with every woman I meet who shows me the least bit of attention?

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;

And so she begs, not for forgiveness, but for forgetfulness.


Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart

What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness! A beautiful woman utters absurdities: we listen, and we hear not the absurdities but wise thoughts

Nothing can atone for the lack of modesty; without which beauty is ungraceful and wit detestable.

I always say beauty is only sin deep.

Beauty is merciless. You do not look at it, it looks at you and does not forgive.

As soon as beauty is sought not from religion and love, but for pleasure, it degrades the seeker.

Beauty is but skin deep, ugly lies the bone; Beauty dies and fades away, but ugly holds its own.

It's a good thing that beauty is only skin deep, or I'd be rotten to the core

Beauty is no quality in things themselves: it exists merely in the mind which contemplates them

Beauty is an outward gift which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused

Beauty is the bait which with delight allures man to enlarge his kind.

Beauty without grace is the hook without the bait.