The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.

Shallow is the soul from the blinding eyes of someone who measures beauty by a person's body not by the size of their heart.

You can bind my body, tie my hands, govern my actions: you are the strongest, and society adds to your power; but with my will, sir, you can do nothing.

Take care of your body with steadfast fidelity. The soul must see through these eyes alone, and if they are dim, the whole world is clouded.

Our hearts were drunk with a beauty Our eyes could never see

Women love always: when earth slips from them, they take refuge in heaven.