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

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

Beauty is power a smile is its sword.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.