Ugliness Quotes

No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.

I wonder that no criminal has ever pleaded the ugliness of your city as an excuse for his crimes.

The ugly can be beautiful. The pretty, never.

It is because every one tinder Heaven recognizes beauty as beauty that the idea of ugliness exists.

He is really not so ugly after all, provided, of course, that one shuts one's eyes, and does not look at him.

Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty. There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.

Art, like Nature, has her monsters, things of bestial shape and with hideous voices.

What's the difference between beautiful and ugly?

The beautiful has but one type, the ugly has a thousand.

Your machinery is beautiful. Your society people have apologized to me for the envious ridicule with which your newspapers have referred to me. Your newspapers are comic but never amusing. Your Water Tower is a castellated monstrosity with pepperboxes stuck all over it. I am amazed that any people could so abuse Gothic art and make a structure not like a water tower but like a tower of a medieval castle. It should be torn down. It is a shame to spend so much money on buildings with such an unsatisfactory result. Your city looks positively dreary.

The secret of ugliness consists not in irregularity, but in being uninteresting.

I have found that all ugly things are made by those who strive to make something beautiful, and that all beautiful things are made by those who strive to make something useful.

It is doubtful whether anyone who has travelled widely has found anywhere in the world regions more ugly than in the human face.

What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain.

It is only very ugly or very beautiful women who ever hide their faces .

Industry is the root of all ugliness.

We shall not attempt to give the reader an idea of that tetrahedron nose-that horse-shoe mouth-that small left eye over-shadowed by a red bushy brow, while the right eye disappeared entirely under an enormous wart-of those straggling teeth with breaches here and there like the battlements of a fortress-of that horny lip, over which one of those teeth projected like the tusk of an elephant-of that forked chin-and, above all, of the expression diffused over the whole-that mixture of malice, astonishment, and melancholy. Let the reader, if he can, figure to himself this combination.