Faith goes out through the window when beauty comes in at the door.

The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks.

When you are balanced and when you listen and attend to the needs of your body, mind, and spirit, your natural beauty comes out.

Art is the unceasing effort to compete with the beauty of flowers - and never succeeding.

In youth and beauty, wisdom is but rare!

Beauty, whether moral or natural, is felt, more properly than perceived.

The pain passes, but the beauty remains.

Let us live for the beauty of our own reality.

Find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides.

Beauty is the promise of happiness.