Gorgeous — it’s torturous.
The sense’s taste lays waste to grace.
Gorgeous has no guarantee of love’s largess.
Gorgeous is a state of mind; compassion is a kind of kind.
Beauty has a comely form, always best when served up warm.
Sublime or kitch — both are a ditch.
The modern world won’t quiet; rude expression now blunders and bellows down aesthetic’s reverent hall.
What is at first interesting is at at last gorgeous.
Justice — it’s gorgeous.
Gorgeously hideous is the sacred perfidious.
Virtuosity is the house servant of gorgeosity.