They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And to each eye there is something they hold dear
You don’t love a woman because she is beautiful
But she is beautiful because you love her
It is better to be beautiful than to be good
But it is better to be good than ugly
Though we travel the world to find the beautiful
We must carry it with us or find it not
Everybody need beauty as well as bread
Places to play in and pray in
Where nature may heal and give
Strength to body and soul
And the truth about beauty
Beauty always promises
But never gives anything
Our hearts are drunk
With a beauty our eyes will never see
A thing of beauty is a joy forever
Its loveliness will increase
It will never pass into nothingness
Beauty is an ecstasy, it is simple as hunger
There is really nothing to be said about it
It is like the perfume of a rose
You can smell and hope to embrace it