Beauty is the wisdom of women. Wisdom is the beauty of men.

Beauty is the wisdom of women. Wisdom is the beauty of men.

Love of beauty is Taste. The creation of beauty is Art.

Love of beauty is Taste. The creation of beauty is Art.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It read more

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and famous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in all of us. And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

The greatest treasures are those invisible to the eye but found by the heart.

The greatest treasures are those invisible to the eye but found by the heart.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a read more

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.

In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.

In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.

And behold there was a very stately palace before him, the name
of which was Beautiful.

And behold there was a very stately palace before him, the name
of which was Beautiful.

The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the Music breathing from her face,
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The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the Music breathing from her face,
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,
And, oh! the eye was in itself a Soul!

Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.

Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.