The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks.
Stories aren't the beauty of what did happen. They're the beauty of what could happen.
BEAUTY, BEAUTY OF WHAT DID HAPPEN
Art is the unceasing effort to compete with the beauty of flowers - and never succeeding.
Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God's handwriting.
BEAUTY, NEVER LOSE AN OPPORTUNITY
Nothing can atone for the lack of modesty without which beauty is ungraceful and wit detestable.
