A smile is the weapon of the wise
Smile is the perfection of laughter. For there is always anxiety in laughter, although it is immediately calmed; but in the smile everything relaxes, without any anxiety or defence. We can therefore say that the child smiles even better at his mother than his mother smiles at him; thus childhood is always the most beautiful. But in every smile there is childhood; it is an oblivion and a new beginning. All muscles take their rest and ease, especially those powerful muscles of the cheeks and jaws, so naturally contracted in anger, and already in attention. The smile does not pay attention; the eyes kiss all around their centre. At the same time the breath and the heart work largely and without embarrassment, hence this colour of life and this healthy look. Just as mistrust awakens mistrust, so the smile calls for a smile; it reassures the other about oneself and all things around. This is why those who are happy say that everything smiles at them. And one can, with a smile, heal the wounds of someone one does not know. That is why a smile is the weapon of the wise, against one's own passions and those of others. It touches them there in their centre and in their strength, which is never in ideas or in events, but in that armed anger that cannot smile.
Beauty always has an element of strangeness. I do not mean a deliberate cold form of strangeness, for in that case it would be a monstrous thing that had jumped the rails of life. But I do mean that it always contains a certain degree of strangeness, of simple, unintended, unconscious strangeness, and that this form of strangeness is what gives it the right to be called beauty. It is its hallmark, its special characteristic. Reverse the proposition and try to imagine a commonplace beauty! (…) This element of strangeness which constitutes and defines individuality, without which there is no beauty, plays in art (and may the precision of this comparison excuse its triviality) the role of taste or flavouring in cookery; if the individual usefulness or the degree of nutritious value they contain be excepted, viands differ from each other only by the idea they reveal to the tongue.
You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later they’re as dull as a brick? Then there’s other people, when you meet them you think, “Not bad. They’re okay.” And then you get to know them and… and their face just sort of becomes them. Like their personality’s written all over it. And they just turn into something so beautiful.
Amy Pond, in British fiction television series Doctor Who.
Beauty without expression is boring.
I VIEW with pleasure and approval the way you keep on at your studies and sacrifice everything to your single-minded ...