In art economy is always beauty.

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

The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.

Strength of character may be learned at work, but beauty of character is learned at home.

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

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

The pain passes, but the beauty remains.

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

Everything beautiful has its moment and then passes away

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