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Manfred, prince of Otranto, had one son and one daughter: the latter, a most beautiful virgin, aged eighteen, was called Matilda.
(Horace Walpole (1717-1797), British author. The Castle of Otranto, ch. 1 (1764).
The first sentence of the first Gothic novel.)
The sacrifices of friendship were beautiful in her eyes as long as she was not asked to make them.
([H.H. (Hector Hugh) Munro] Saki (1870-1916), Scottish author. Beasts and Super-Beasts, "Fur."
Pseudonym oh Hector Hugh Munro.)
Beautiful people are forgiven more often than the rest.
(Mason Cooley (b. 1927), U.S. aphorist. City Aphorisms, Eighth Selection, New York (1991).)
It was impossible to praise it as beautiful, but it was also impossible to damn it as quaint.
(E.M. (Edward Morgan) Forster (1879-1970), British novelist, essayist. Where Angels Fear to Tread, ch. 2 (1905).
Regarding a house in Monteriano.)
It is beautiful to remember that he passed away as he wished, in the saddle riding hard.
(Lyndon Baines Johnson (1908-1973), U.S. president. The Dallas (Texas) News (May 27, 1937).
On the death of J.P. Buchanan, Tenth Texas District.)
In the NUDE, all that is not beautiful is obscene.
(Robert Bresson (b. 1907), French film director. "Further Notes 1960-1974," Notes on the Cinematographer (1975).)
Beautiful, glorious Scotland, has spoilt me for every other country!
(Mary Todd Lincoln (1818-1882), U.S. First Lady. letter, Aug. 21, 1869. The Mary Lincoln Letters (1956).)
The great tragedy of sciencethe slaying of a beautiful theory by an ugly fact.
(Thomas Henry Huxley (1825-1895), British biologist. Presidential address, 1870, to the British Association for the Advancement of Science. Biogenesis and Abiogenesis, vol. 8, Collected Essays (1894).)
A memory is a beautiful thing, it's almost a desire that you miss.
(Gustave Flaubert (1821-1880), French novelist. Letter, March 15, 1842, to Ernest Chevalier, trans. by William G. Allen. Correspondance, I, p. 102, Conard (1926-1933).)
There is no spectacle on earth more appealing than that of a beautiful woman in the act of cooking dinner for someone she loves.
(Thomas Wolfe (1900-1938), U.S. author. The Web and the Rock, ch. 28 (1939).)