Beauty expressed by the artist cannot awaken in us an
emotion which is kinetic or a sensation which is purely
physical; it awakens, or ought to awaken, or induces, or
ought to induce, an esthetic stasis, an ideal pity or
an ideal terror, a stasis called forth, prolonged, and at
last dissolved by what I call the rhythm of beauty.
Rhythm is the first formal esthetic relation of part to
part in any esthetic whole or of an esthetic whole
to its part or parts or of any part to
the esthetic whole of which it is wholly a part.
Paraphrases from A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce.