Beauty is indeed a good gift of God but that the good may not think it a great good, God dispenses it even to the wicked.

Beauty is power a smile is its sword.

Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the Infinite.

If you look closely at a tree you'll notice it's knots and dead branches, just like our bodies. What we learn is that beauty and imperfection go together wonderfully.

Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.

Beauty is only temporary, but your mind lasts you a lifetime.

Beauty is a fragile gift.

Beauty saves. Beauty heals. Beauty motivates. Beauty unites. Beauty returns us to our origins, and here lies the ultimate act of saving, of healing, of overcoming dualism.

In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.