What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.

Beauty is the main positive form of the aesthetic assimilation of reality, in which aesthetic ideal finds it direct expression.

I am not handsome but I can give my hand to someone who need help... Because beauty is required in heart not in face.

The beauty of a cuckoo is in its notes, that of a woman in her unalloyed devotion to her husband, that of an ugly person in his scholarship, and that of an ascetic in his forgiveness.

Beauty is sincerity. There are so many different ways someone can be beautiful.

Seems like the only one who doesn't see your beauty is the face in the mirror looking back at you.