Beauty doesn't matter because in the end, we all lose our looks and all we have is our heart.

Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is art.

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

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

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

The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.

Everything beautiful has its moment and then passes away

To love beauty is to see light.

Personal beauty is a greater recommendation than any letter of reference.

In such ugly times, the only true protest is beauty.