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

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

Beauty is power a smile is its sword.

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

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

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

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

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

The pain passes, but the beauty remains.

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