But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face. The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid.
– Oscar Wilde
The Picture of Dorian Gray, Chapter 1. Lord Henry, in saying this to Basil, demonstrates how shallow he is. To him appearances are what matter and he values beauty over intellect.