Beauty is certainly a soft, smooth, slippery thing, and therefore of a nature which easily slips in and permeates our souls.
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen nor even touched, but just felt in the heart.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
All we have, it seems to me, is the beauty of art and nature and life, and the love which that beauty inspires.
Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.
This is from my heart, to thank you for everything you have done for me, for all the times I forgot to tell you how I feel about you and how happy I am that you are in my life.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of imagination - what the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth - whether it existed before or not.