Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.
By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
The flower which is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
You can't cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.
Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.