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.

The flower which is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous.

Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.

Love gives beauty to everything it touches.