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

Let us live for the beauty of our own reality.

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

Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God's handwriting.

Everything beautiful has its moment and then passes away

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

Stories aren't the beauty of what did happen. They're the beauty of what could happen.

One of the basic things about a string is that it can vibrate in many different shapes or forms, which gives music its beauty.

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.

To love beauty is to see light.