“Only through Beauty’s morning-gate, dost thou penetrate the land of knowledge.”

Wouldst thou know thyself, observe the actions of others. Wouldst thou other men know, look thou within thine own heart.

Emulation is a noble and just passion, full of appreciation.

Revenge is barren of itself: it is the dreadful food it feeds on; its delight is murder, and its end is despair.

Truth lives on in the midst of deception.

Even now, nature is the only flame, on which the poetic spirit feeds; from it alone it draws all its power, to it alone it speaks even in the artificial, in the man engaged in culture.

Time consecrates; and what is gray with age becomes religion.

It hinders the creative work of the mind if the intellect examines too closely the ideas as they pour in.

Gray hairs are death’s blossoms.

Love is only known by him who hopelessly persists in love.

Did you think the lion was sleeping because he didn’t roar?

Even weak men when united are powerful.

The brave person thinks of himself last of all.

Whatever is not forbidden is permitted.

The strong man is strongest when alone.

The painter is, as to the execution of his work, a mechanic; but as to his conception and spirit and design he is hardly below even the poet.

We, we live! ours are the hours, and the living have their claims.

You are mysterious, I love you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that’s the rarest known combination.

True beauty is knowing who you are and believing in yourself. Happy people know their purpose, have courage to fight for it and strength to keep going.

The beauty of fragrance is that it speaks to your heart and hopefully someone else’s.

For me, I like to be a little bit tomboy but still look like a lady. Pretty tough. Or really, really, really pretty.

No one can break me down. I know my worth and its a beautiful thing.

It is safe to look within. As I move through the layers of other people’s opinions and beliefs, I see within myself a magnificent being, wise and beautiful. I love what I see in me.

For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.

Stand naked in front of the mirror and say, ‘I’m f–king sexy.’ That’s where it starts.