Beauty is the promise of happiness.

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

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

Everything beautiful has its moment and then passes away

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

Stories aren't the beauty of what did happen. They're the beauty of what could happen.

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

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

Beauty is power a smile is its sword.

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