Sometimes the beauty is easy. Sometimes you don't have to try at all. Sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake. Sometimes there's poetry written right on the bathroom wall.

A horse is a thing of beauty... none will tire of looking at him as long as he displays himself in his splendor.

I wasn't afraid of getting old, because I was never a great beauty.

Beauty is but the sensible image of the Infinite. Like truth and justice it lives within us like virtue and the moral law it is a companion of the soul.

What matters poverty? What matters anything to him who is enamoured of our art? Does he not carry in himself every joy and every beauty?