Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder

Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder

Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love

Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love

The ladies of St. James's!
They're painted to the eyes;
Their white is stays for ever,
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The ladies of St. James's!
They're painted to the eyes;
Their white is stays for ever,
Their red it never dies;
But Phyllida, my Phillida!
Her colour comes and goes;
It trembles to a lily,--
It wavers to a rose.

Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart

Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart

I have a fantastic wife, and not only in terms of external beauty. Her priority and mine is our children. read more

I have a fantastic wife, and not only in terms of external beauty. Her priority and mine is our children. That is our choice.

Ye Gods! but she is wondrous fair!
For me her constant flame appears;
The garland she hath read more

Ye Gods! but she is wondrous fair!
For me her constant flame appears;
The garland she hath culled, I wear
On brows bald since my thirty years.
Ye veils that deck my loved one rare,
Fall, for the crowning triumph's nigh.
Ye Gods! but she is wondrous fair!
And I, so plain a man am I!

I would warn you that I do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity, order or confusion. Only in read more

I would warn you that I do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity, order or confusion. Only in relation to our imagination can things be called beautiful or ugly, well-ordered or confused.

Beauty and folly are old companions.

Beauty and folly are old companions.

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that read more

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.