I know where beauty lives, I've seen it once, I know the warmth she gives.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.

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

Whatever possession we gain by our sword cannot be sure or lasting, but the love gained by kindness and moderation is certain and durable.

I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be.

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