Beauty isn’t worth thinking about; what’s important is your mind. You don’t want a fifty-dollar haircut on a fifty-cent head.

Thankfully, beauty is easier to remove than apply, and a swipe of demaquillage in the right direction and you are you once again.

Some people, no matter how old they get, never lose their beauty – they merely move it from their faces into their hearts.

If there is one thing worse than being an ugly duckling in a house of swans, it’s having the swans pretend there’s no difference.

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.

You can take no credit for beauty at sixteen. But if you are beautiful at sixty, it will be your soul’s own doing.

I’m tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That’s deep enough. What do you want, an adorable pancreas?

The ability to see beauty is the beginning of our moral sensibility. What we believe is beautiful we will not wantonly destroy.

Beauty?… To me it is a word without sense because I do not know where its meaning comes from nor where it leads to.

Like anyone else, there are days I feel beautiful and days I don’t, and when I don’t, I do something about it.

When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other.

Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless; peacocks and lilies for instance.

That which is striking and beautiful is not always good, but that which is good is always beautiful.

Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.

ell them dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then beauty is its own excuse for being

Flowers… are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty out values all the utilities of the world.

Do I love you because you’re beautiful, Or are you beautiful because I love you?

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

Just because you are blind, and unable to see my beauty doesn’t mean it does not exist.

What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for Beauty, and never see the Dawn!