All we have, it seems to me, is the beauty of art and nature and life, and the love which that beauty inspires.
Beauty is certainly a soft, smooth, slippery thing, and therefore of a nature which easily slips in and permeates our souls.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
Married love between man and woman is bigger than oaths guarded by right of nature.
What "love" is I don't know if it's not the response of our deepest natures to one another.
Look beyond the naked eye and you will see the beauty of one's soul, and the true essence of who they really are.
No matter how plain a woman may be, if truth and honesty are written across her face, she will be beautiful.
More and more, I think about the role of arts, and as an artist, I think that it's important that I share the love and peace.