Think of the enormous, fat hips which every sculptor has to tone down, and make lighter, and the great udder breasts which the artist has to make small and round and firm, and then picture the exquisite slim lines of a boy's figure.

No one who loves beauty can hesitate for a moment.

The Greeks knew that; they had the sense of plastic beauty, and they understood that there is no comparison." "You must not say that," I replied; "you are going too far; the Venus of Milo is as fine as any Apollo, in sheer beauty; the flowing curves appeal to me more than your weedy lines." "Perhaps they do, Frank," he retorted, "but you must see that the boy is far more beautiful.

It is your sex-instinct, your sinful sex-instinct which prevents you worshipping the higher form of beauty.

Height and length of limb give distinction; slightness gives grace; women are squat! You must admit that the boy's figure is more beautiful; the appeal it makes far higher, more spiritual." "Six of one and half-a-dozen of the other," I barked.