Beauty is an outward gift which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused.
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.
Art is the unceasing effort to compete with the beauty of flowers - and never succeeding.
The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks.
Find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides.