“Death is the mother of beauty,” said Henry. “And what is beauty?” “Terror.”
“Death is the mother of beauty.”
“Death is the Mother of Beauty”
“Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.”
“Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.”
“A particularly beautiful woman is a source of terror. As a rule, a beautiful woman is a terrible disappointment.”