What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for Beauty, and never see the Dawn!
There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect.
Wisdom is the abstract of the past, but beauty is the promise of the future
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
Beauty… when you look into a woman’s eyes and see what is in her heart.
There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion.
By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
Beauty… is the shadow of God on the universe.
I don’t like standard beauty – there is no beauty without strangeness.
It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.
Had the price of looking been blindness, I would have looked.
Plainness has its peculiar temptations quite as much as beauty.
Our hearts are drunk with a beauty our eyes could never see.
Beauty – in projection and perceiving – is 99.9% attitude.
The words that enlighten the soul are more precious than jewels.
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.
I’ve never seen a smiling face that was not beautiful.
What you do, the way you think, makes you beautiful.
Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.
Beauty always promises, but never gives anything.