Beauty, Personal beauty
Art is the unceasing effort to compete with the beauty of flowers - and never succeeding.
Stories aren't the beauty of what did happen. They're the beauty of what could happen.
BEAUTY, BEAUTY OF WHAT DID HAPPEN
The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks.
All things are perceived in the light of charity, and hence under the aspect of beauty for beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love.
Find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides.