The beauty of the world which is so soon to perish has two edges one of laughter one of anguish cutting the heart asunder.

If in my youth I had realized that the sustaining splendour of beauty of with which I was in love would one day flood back into my heart there to ignite a flame that would torture me without end how gladly would I have put out the light in my eyes.

It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts as for that subtle something that quality of air that emanation from old trees that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.

Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there and the battlefield is the heart of man.

We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the heart too big for the body.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes because that is the doorway to her heart the place where love resides.

Our hearts were drunk with a beauty Our eyes could never see.

In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.

Beauty is in the heart of the beholder.

Of life's two chief prizes beauty and truth I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer's hand.