The outside world wants me to have glamour; my fans want me glamorous. I won't let them down.

Love gives beauty to everything it touches.

In the beautiful, man sets himself up as the standard of perfection; in select cases he worships himself in it. Man believes that the world itself is filled with beauty-he forgets that it is he who has created it. He alone has bestowed beauty upon the world-alas! only a very human, an all too human, beauty.

O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.

Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.

When our universe is in harmony with man, the eternal, we know it as truth, we feel it as beauty.