The earth is always changing...readjusting to our existence. Each era is full of unique challenges

Beauty is like the storm. Beauty has its natural motions. A calmness of spirit signals its arrival. Its departure is marked by misery.

God is the most beautiful, and beauty is the expression of God. If you can't appreciate beauty in the world how can you understand God?

It was a sort of ferocious, quiet beauty, the sort that wouldn't let you admire it. The sort of beauty that always hurt.

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?