I sincerely feel that beauty largely comes from within.

There is no cosmetic for beauty like happiness.

Even in the centuries which appear to us to be the most monstrous and foolish, the immortal appetite for beauty has always found satisfaction.

You can only perceive real beauty in a person as they get older.

Inner beauty should be the most important part of improving one's self.

What beauty is, I know not, though it adheres to many things.

Though beauty gives you a weird sense of entitlement, it's rather frightening and threatening to have others ascribe such importance to something you know you're just renting for a while.

Things are beautiful if you love them.

The real sin against life is to abuse and destroy beauty, even one's own even more, one's own, for that has been put in our care and we are responsible for its well-being.

Real beauty knocks you a little bit off kilter.