A Quote by Benjamin Franklin

Beauty and folly are old companions. — © Benjamin Franklin
Beauty and folly are old companions.
Beauty and folly are generally companions.
Beauty and fear make uneasy companions
Happiness and beauty are by-products. Folly is the direct pursuit of happiness and beauty.
To tell your own secrets is generally folly, but that folly is without guilt; to communicate those with which we are intrusted is always treachery, and treachery for the most part combined with folly.
The hard and stiff are death's companions. The soft and weak are life's companions.
The writers of books are companions in one's life and, as such, are often more interesting than other companions.
One finds many companions for food and drink, but in a serious business a man's companions are very few.
War and Authority are companions; Peace and Liberty are companions.
it has been long and justly remarked, that folly has ever sought alliance with beauty.
That folly of old age which is called dotage is peculiar to silly old men, not to age itself.
Beauty at 70 years old isn't the same as beauty at 20 years old, but it is stunning nonetheless.
Incredulity is not wisdom, but the worst kind of folly. It is folly, because it causes ignorance and mistake, with all the consequents of these; and it is very bad, as being accompanied with disingenuity, obstinacy, rudeness, uncharitableness, and the like bad dispositions; from which credulity itself, the other extreme sort of folly, is exempt.
It is necessary to shed old ideas, habits, opinions and even companions sometimes.
We imperatively require a perception of and a homage to beauty in our companions. Other virtues are in request in the field and workyard, but a certain degree of taste is not to be spared in those we sit with.
Given a choice between a folly and a sacrament, one should always choose the folly—because we know a sacrament will not bring us closer to god and there’s always the chance that a folly will.
Beauty is a key to the mystery and a call to transcendence. It is an invitation to savor life and to dream of the future. That is why the beauty of created things can never fully satisfy. It stirs that hidden nostalgia for God which a lover of beauty like Saint Augustine could express in incomparable terms: 'Late have I loved you, beauty so old and so new: late have I loved you!'.
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