“BEAUTY is truth, truth BEAUTY,” that is all
Ye know an earth, and all ye need to know.
A bachelor never quite gets over the idea that he is a
thing of BEAUTY and a boy forever.
A thing of BEAUTY is a joy for ever :
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness.
A witty woman is a treasure, a witty BEAUTY is a power.
And they who for their country die
Shall fill an honoured grave,
For glory lights the soldier’s tomb,
And BEAUTY weeps the brave.
Anyone who keeps the ability to see BEAUTY never
As a white candle in a holy place,
So is the BEAUTY of an aged face.
BEAUTY from order springs
BEAUTY in things exists merely in the mind, which contemplates
them, and each mind perceives a different BEAUTY.
BEAUTY is a mystery.
BEAUTY is a radiance that originates from within and
comes from inner security and strong character.
BEAUTY is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
BEAUTY is Nature’s Coin, must not be hoarded. But must be current, and the good thereof
Consists in mutual and partaken bliss…
BEAUTY is power; a simile is its sword.
BEAUTY is the first present Nature gives to women, and
the first it takes away.