A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.

Search for beauty without features, something deeper than any signs.

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

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

Beauty is power a smile is its sword.

To love beauty is to see light.

Beauty is an outward gift which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused.

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

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

Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.