Aesthetic Perfection Quotes

Mathematics, rightly viewed, possesses not only truth, but supreme beauty a beauty cold and austere, like that of sculpture, without appeal to any part of our weaker nature, without the georgeous trappings of painting or music, yet sublimely pure, and capable of a stern perfection such as only the greatest art can show. The true spirit of delight, the exaltation, the sense of being more than Man, which is the touchstone of the highest excellence, is to be found in mathematics as surely as in poetry.

That which is really beautiful has no need of anything; not more than law, not more than truth, not more than benevolence or modesty.

I look at people like Picasso and Da Vinci and Escher and Miles Davis, and they'll write or paint that one definitive masterpiece of maybe 50 that they have that's really trying to go outside the box, trying to do something that's tough. And then when you accomplish it, you look back and go, 'Yeeaaaah - masterpiece.'

No single man can be taken as a model for a perfect figure, for no man lives on earth who is endowed with the whole of beauty.

Artistic inevitability lies in the complete adequacy of the external to the emotion.

For the world is not painted, or adorned, but is from the beginning beautiful; and God has not made some beautiful things, but Beauty is the creator of the universe.

I've always had an overwhelming desire to express a particular set of ideas. As a musician, I'm always working with different people who can teach me new things and, through that, reach closer to an idea of this perfect expression. I'm never setting out to change the face of electronic music; I'm just trying to define this vision.

The herculean task of a photographer is to capture a momentary frame as beautiful in reality, as it would be in a dream.

Mathematics as an expression of the human mind reflects the active will, the contemplative reason, and the desire for aesthetic perfection. Its basic elements are logic and intuition, analysis and construction, generality and individuality.

It is in this power of saying everything, and yet saying nothing too plainly, that the perfection of art consists.

I have then with pleasure concluded with Solomon, Everything is beautiful in his season.

The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.

There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion.

The cat is classic whilst the dog is Gothic - nowhere in the animal world can we discover such really Hellenic perfection of form, with anatomy adapted to function, as in the felidae.

Up from the bronze, I saw Water without a flaw Rush to its rest in air Reach to its rest, and fall.

I loved Alva Noto's 'Xerrox, Vol. 3' a lot. It might be my favorite of his records. I must admit, I was bummed to see him say he was surprised by how emotional the record came out, as if he was ashamed. But there's something perfect about that.

The teleology of the Universe is directed to the production of Beauty... The type of Truth required for the final stretch of Beauty is a discovery and not a recapitulation... Apart from Beauty, Truth is neither good, nor bad... Truth matters because of beauty.

The line of beauty is the line of perfect economy.

The fruition of beauty is no chance of hit or miss... it is inevitable as life.

I think Mozart's operas 'The Marriage of Figaro' and 'Don Giovanni' are the two most perfect ever written. The music is magical.

Only in books has mankind known perfect truth, love and beauty.

The purpose of creation is beauty. Nature in all its various aspects develops towards beauty, and therefore it is plain that the purpose of life is to evolve towards beauty.

The masterpiece should appear as the flower to the painter - perfect in its bud as in its bloom - with no reason to explain its presence - no mission to fulfill - a joy to the artist, a delusion to the philanthropist - a puzzle to the botanist - an accident of sentiment and alliteration to the literary man.

In art them is a point of perfection, as of goodness or maturity in nature; he who is able to perceive it, and who loves it, has perfect taste; he who does not feel it, or loves on this side or that, has an imperfect taste.

Beauty- it was a favor bestowed by the gods.