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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Let us live for the beauty of our own reality.

The world's biggest power is the youth and beauty of a woman.