Beauty is an experience, nothing else. It is not a fixed pattern or an arrangement of features. It is something felt, a glow or a communicated sense of fineness. What ails us is that our sense of beauty is so bruised and blunted, we miss all the best. - Lawrence

Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance? When two close kindred meet. What better than call a dance? Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils will pass from change to change, and that from round to crescent, from crescent to round they range? - Yeats