Everything beautiful has its moment and then passes away

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

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

Beauty is an outward gift which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused.

The pain passes, but the beauty remains.

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.

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

To love beauty is to see light.

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

Search for beauty without features, something deeper than any signs.