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

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

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

In youth and beauty, wisdom is but rare!

Everything beautiful has its moment and then passes away

The beauty of a face is not a separate quality but a relation or proportion of qualities to each other.

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

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

To love beauty is to see light.

Beauty is power a smile is its sword.