A few years ago I lost 30 pounds and people still wanted to criticize. And honestly I'm happy with myself if I'm a little heavier. I realized: 'Why am I trying to conform to someone else's idea of beauty?' I think I'm beautiful either way.

Wigs have always been a part of my life and have become a staple accessory in my closet. I can remember being a little girl and hearing all the commotion in my house from my mom aunts and grandmother when picking out their wigs for the day. It was such a good time for them and part of their everyday beauty routine.

Wealth beauty and fame are transient. When those are gone little is left except the need to be useful.

Ads featuring real women and real beauty are such a necessary component to offset the potentially dangerous programming out there for little girls.

There is little premium in poetry in a world that thinks of Pound and Whitman as a weight and a sampler not an Ezra a Walt a thing of beauty a joy forever.

Beauty ought to look a little surprised: it is the emotion that best suits her face. The beauty who does not look surprised who accepts her position as her due - she reminds us too much of a prima donna.

I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don't care for the great centuries. All I care about is life struggle intensity.

What a man does for pay is of little significance. What he is as a sensitive instrument responsive to the world's beauty is everything!

Everyone has their own insecurities regardless of how you look or how people perceive you but sometimes people give their insecurities too much power. Defining beauty is simply a matter of opinion. For me real beauty has very little to do with the structure of someone's face or body.

I think permitting the game to become too physical takes away a little bit of the beauty.