Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.

Since love grows within you so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.

I think that one's art is a growth inside one. I do not think one can explain growth. It is silent and subtle. One does not keep digging up a plant to see how it grows.

I say that democracy can never prove itself beyond cavil until it founds and luxuriantly grows its own forms of art poems schools theology displacing all that exists or that has been produced anywhere in the past under opposite influences.

Love grows more tremendously full swift poignant as the years multiply.

And then when all around grows dark when we feel utterly alone when all men right and left pass us by and know us not a forgotten feeling rises in the breast.

Brain power improves by brain use just as our bodily strength grows with exercise. And there is no doubt that a large proportion of the female population from school days to late middle age now have very complicated lives indeed.

A newspaper is lumber made malleable. It is ink made into words and pictures. It is conceived born grows up and dies of old age in a day.