Art is the unceasing effort to compete with the beauty of flowers - and never succeeding.
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.
Beauty is an outward gift which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused.
The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks.
You don't have to save the world, but you can be in the world-that's where the beauty comes from.
