All beautiful things must end. Otherwise they are not beautiful.

Honesty is the greatest aphrodisiac.

Beauty needs a witness.

The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night.

Real beauty has no boundaries’.

Beauty doesn't have to be about anything. What's a vase about? What's a sunset or a flower about? What, for that matter, is Mozart's Twenty-third Piano Concerto about?