“In an ugly and unhappy world the richest man can purchase nothing but ugliness and unhappiness.”
George Bernard Shaw (1856–1950) Irish playwright
#110
1900s, Maxims for Revolutionists (1903)
Source: A Modern Utopia (1905), Ch. 3, sect. 8
“In an ugly and unhappy world the richest man can purchase nothing but ugliness and unhappiness.”
George Bernard Shaw (1856–1950) Irish playwright
#110
1900s, Maxims for Revolutionists (1903)
“Nothing is ugly as long as it is alive.”
Coco Chanel (1883–1971) French fashion designer
As quoted in Coco Chanel : Her Life, Her Secrets (1971) by Marcel Haedrich
Colette (1873–1954) 1873-1954 French novelist: wrote Gigi
Journey for Myself (1971) “Beauties,” Quatre Saisons (c. 1928).
“Unhappiness has nothing to teach, and resignation is ugly.”
Françoise Sagan book Dans un mois, dans un an
Dans un mois, dans un an (1957, Those Without Shadows, translated 1957)
John Constable (1776–1837) English Romantic painter
Quoted in C.R. Leslie, Memoirs of the Life of John Constable, Composed Chiefly of His Letters (1843), (Phaidon, London, 1951), p. 280
Reply "to a lady who, looking at an engraving of a house, called it an ugly thing"
posthumous, undated
“I just do art because I’m ugly and there’s nothing else for me to do.”
Andy Warhol (1928–1987) American artist
Eric S. Raymond (1957) American computer programmer, author, and advocate for the open source movement
Why Python? http://www.linuxjournal.com/article/3882
Théophile Gautier book Mademoiselle de Maupin
Il n'y a de vraiment beau que ce qui ne peut servir à rien; tout ce qui est utile est laid.
Mademoiselle de Maupin (1835; Paris: Charpentier, 1866), Préface, p. 21; Burton Rascoe (trans.) Mademoiselle de Maupin, and One of Cleopatra's Nights (New York: A. A. Knopf, 1925) p. xxv.
Gloria Estefan (1957) Cuban-American singer-songwriter, actress and divorciada
cubanet.org (May 15, 2000)
2007, 2008
William Morris (1834–1896) author, designer, and craftsman
Why I Am A Socialist (1884).
Context: What shall I say concerning its mastery of and its waste of mechanical power, its commonwealth so poor, its enemies of the commonwealth so rich, its stupendous organization — for the misery of life! Its contempt of simple pleasures which everyone could enjoy but for its folly? Its eyeless vulgarity which has destroyed art, the one certain solace of labour? All this I felt then as now, but I did not know why it was so. The hope of the past times was gone, the struggles of mankind for many ages had produced nothing but this sordid, aimless, ugly confusion.