“It has been said that beauty is a promise of happiness. Conversely, the possibility of pleasure can be a beginning of beauty.”

Reality is never more than a first step towards an unknown on the road to which one can never progress very far.

Nine tenths of the ills from which intelligent people suffer spring from their intellect.

A picture’s beauty does not depend on the things portrayed in it.

We are at times too ready to believe that the present is the only possible state of things.

The creation of the world did not occur at the beginning of time, it occurs every day.

You can’t learn the truth about a man’s intentions by asking him.

All our final decisions are made in a state of mind that is not going to last.

A woman one loves rarely suffices for all our needs, so we deceive her with another whom we do not love.

The time at our disposal each day is elastic; the passions we feel dilate it, those that inspire us shrink it, and habit fills it.

There comes in all our lives a time, when the ears can listen to no music save what the moonlight breathes through the flute of silence.

Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.

Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees.

In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.

We must never be afraid to go too far, for truth lies beyond.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

The highest praise of God consists in the denial of him by the atheist who finds creation so perfect that it can dispense with a creator.

Poetry isn’t about beautifying the words; Its about stripping off its thick cover and appreciating the rawness.

A wanderer who found beauty in a quiet jungle and went into a mysterious paradise in search of a treasure of silence in which the whole universe hides.

My mother was my beauty icon my whole life.

A smile is the simplest yet most beautiful sign of beauty.

Let’s always bloom, savor and delight others with our beauty.

Even the flowers are jealous of the curves of her body.

Chinatown was always there in its funky beauty.

Theres beauty in pain, its called growth.