The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks.

A woman's beauty is one of her great missions

A woman's beauty is one of her great missions.

We also maintain - again with perfect truth - that mystery is more than half of beauty, the element of strangeness that stirs the senses through the imagination.

It is curious how, from time immemorial, man seems to have associated the idea of evil with beauty, shrunk from it with a sort of ghostly fear, while, at the same time drawn to it by force of its hypnotic attraction.

Blossoming flowers are your smiles they are with me though i'm away from you miles