An eye for beauty locks onto faces that show signs of health and fertility - just as one would predict if it had evolved to help the beholder find the fittest mate.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Beauty is altogether in the eye of the beholder.

Shame, like beauty, is often in the eye of the beholder.

What is called poetic insight is the gift of discerning, in this sphere of strangely-mingled elements, the beauty and the majesty which are compelled to assume a garb so sordid.

'Exculpatory' is in the eye of the beholder.