Reed college at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on ever drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture. And I found it fascinating. None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography.
It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple type faces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them.
Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward. You can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future.
If men had postponed the search for knowledge and beauty until they were secure, the search would never have begun. . . . Life has never been normal. . . . Humanity . . . wanted knowledge and beauty now, and would not wait for the suitable moment that never comes. . . . The insects have chosen a different line: they have sought first the material welfare and security of the hive, and presumably they have their reward. Men are different. They propound mathematical theorems in beleaguered cities, conduct metaphysical arguments in condemned cells, make jokes on scaffolds, discuss the last new poem while advancing to the walls of Quebec, and comb their hair at Thermophylae. This is not a panache; it is our nature.
Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond.
Everything is gorgeous once it's gone. ~ Nanny
If more politicians knew poetry, and more poets knew politics, I am convinced the world would be a little better place in which to live.
"One must labor for beauty as for bread."
Beauty calls for beauty. ~ Mrs. Wagstaff quoting her husband
Here is a red rose! I have never seen any rose like it in all my life. It is so beautiful that I am sure it has a long Latin name.
Enrich your life with the beauty around you.
All the beauty that can exist in the background rests in its relation to the figure.
The subject is beauty - or happiness, and man's approach to it is various.
I love the tools made for mechanics. I stop at the windows of hardware stores. If I could only find an excuse to buy many more of them than I have already bought on the mere pretense that I might have a use for them! They are so beautiful, so simple and so plain and straight to their meaning. There is no "art" about them, they have not been made beautiful, they are beautiful.
Things are not done beautifully. The beauty is an integral part of their being done.
“A woman is most beautiful when her body is clothes and her sweet face is adorned with her lovely hair. She needs no more attractions. Then she is at her best, and men will love her for it. And men will not love her more because her neck or back is bare. Young women, if he is decent and worthy of you he will love you more when you are properly dressed! Of course, if he is a corrupt man, an immodestly dressed woman will please him."
If the purchasers of great art were buying paintings only for their beauty, they would be content to display fine fakes on their walls.
Beauty isn't merely about having the right parts, it's about how each feature plays off one another.
“Don’t settle, even if you remain alone for a lifetime. You deserve someone who will appreciate you for your beauty and your bruises.”
When I am working on a problem I never think about beauty. I only think about how to solve the problem. But when I have finished, if the solution is not beautiful, I know it is wrong.
She is beautiful, but not like photo shopped women in magazines. She is beautiful, for the way she thinks and loves. She is beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talks about something she loves. She is beautiful for her ability to make other people smile, even if she is sad. No, she isn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She is beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful as a being, and that is how I see her.
How did the rose Ever open its heart And give to this world All its beauty? It felt the encouragement of light Against its being, Otherwise, We all remain Too frightened
Reed college at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on ever drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture. And I found it fascinating. None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. 
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