By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.

Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love

The flower which is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous.

Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.

Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole.