Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.

Everything in any way beautiful has its beauty of itself, inherent and self-sufficient: praise is no part of it.

Anything in any way beautiful derives its beauty from itself and asks nothing beyond itself. Praise is no part of it, for nothing is made worse or better by praise.

That which is really beautiful has no need of anything; not more than law, not more than truth, not more than benevolence or modesty.

Anything that is beautiful is beautiful just as it is. Praise forms no part of its beauty, since praise makes things neither better nor worse. This applies even more to what it commonly called beautiful: natural objects, for example, or works of art. True beauty has no need of anything beyond itself.

Doth perfect beauty stand in need of praise at all? Nay; no more than law, no more than truth, no more than loving kindness, nor than modesty.