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

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

In art economy is always beauty.

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

To love beauty is to see light.

Nothing can atone for the lack of modesty without which beauty is ungraceful and wit detestable.

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

Beauty is less important than quality.

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

Everything beautiful has its moment and then passes away