Beauty seen is never lost, God's colors all are fast.

Oh, talk as we may of beauty as a thing to be chiselled from marble or wrought out on canvas, speculate as we may upon its colors and outlines, what is it but an intellectual abstraction, after all? The heart feels a beauty of another kind; looking through the outward environment, it discovers a deeper and more real love-liness.

Beauty is its own excuse.

Few have borne unconsciously the spell of loveliness.

The good is always beautiful, the beautiful is good!