There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.
(Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet. repr. In The Mirror of Art, ed. Jonathan Mayne (1955). "Salon of 1846," sct. 2, Curiosités Esthétiques (1868).
Baudelaire may have been recalling a footnote in ch. 110 of Stendhal's Histoire de la Peinture en Italie: "La beauté est l'expression d'une certaine manière habituelle de chercher le bonheur.")
One evening I sat Beauty on my kneesAnd I found her bitterAnd I reviled her.
(Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891), French poet. repr. In Collected Poems, ed. Oliver Bernard (1962). Une Saison en Enfer, Jadis, si je me souviens bien (originally published 1874).
This image was parodied by Salvador Dali in a diary entry (Aug. 1, 1953): "I seated ugliness on my knee, and almost immediately grew tired of it." (The Diary of a Genius, 1966).)
What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain.
(Victor Hugo (1802-1885), French poet, novelist, playwright, essayist. Trans. by Lorenzo O'Rourke. "Thoughts," Postscriptum de ma vie, in Victor Hugo's Intellectual Autobiography, Funk and Wagnalls (1907).)