Beauty is indeed a good gift of God but that the good may not think it a great good, God dispenses it even to the wicked.

Beauty is power a smile is its sword.

Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the Infinite.

If you look closely at a tree you'll notice it's knots and dead branches, just like our bodies. What we learn is that beauty and imperfection go together wonderfully.

Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.