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

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

Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love.

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

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

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