Beauty is in the ideal of perfect harmony which is in the universal being; truth the perfect comprehension of the universal mind. We individuals approach it through our own mistakes and blunders, through our accumulated experience, through our illumi
By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole.