I know no subject more elevating, more amazing, more ready to the poetical enthusiasm, the philosophical reflection, and the moral sentiment than the works of nature. Where can we meet such variety, such beauty, such magnificence?

For, when with beauty we can virtue join, We paint the semblance of a form divine.

I've just finished reading a book about the brilliant Margaret Rutherford. She wasn't a beauty, but inside she was absolutely blazing and passionate about her work. She's one of those life-affirming characters.

My definition of love is being full. Complete. It makes everything lighter. Beauty is something you see. Love is something you feel.

Through my optimism I naturally prefer and capture the beauty in life.