A more secret, sweet, and overpowering beauty appears to man when his heart and mind open to the sentiment of virtue.

The most virtuous are those who content themselves with being virtuous without seeking to appear so.

He is a hard man who is only just, and a sad one who is only wise.

I am growing handsome very fast indeed! I expect I shall be the belle of Amherst when I reach my 17th year. I don’t doubt that I shall have perfect crowds of admirers at that age. Then how I shall delight to make them await my bidding, and with what delight shall I witness their suspense while I make my final decision.

I have often said that the lure of flying is the lure of beauty.

Suspicion is not less an enemy to virtue than to happiness; he that is already corrupt is naturally suspicious, and he that becomes suspicious will quickly be corrupt.

Suspicion is far more to be wrong than right; more often unjust than just. It is no friend to virtue, and always an enemy to happiness.

Nothing is ever done beautifully which is done in rivalship: or nobly, which is done in pride.

It’s not surprising, then, they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren’t like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations.

In the dim background of mind we know what we ought to be doing but somehow we cannot start.

The firm, the enduring, the simple, and the modest are near to virtue.

The diversity of India, of our civilization, is actually a thing of beauty, which is something we are extremely proud of.

The movement of search can only be from the known to the known, and all that the mind can do is to be aware that this movement will never uncover the unknown. Any movement on the part of the known is still within the field of the known.

The Welsh people have a talent for acting that one does not find in the English. The English lack heart.

The union of the Word and the Mind produces that mystery which is called Life… Learn deeply of the Mind and its mystery, for therein lies the secret of immortality.

Know then this truth, enough for man to know virtue alone is happiness below.

I very rarely watch my own fashion shows, but the makeup for my Fall 2011 show was just brilliant.

Whenever something went wrong when I was young – if I had a pimple or if my hair broke – my mom would say, ‚Sister mine, I’m going to make you some soup.‘ And I really thought the soup would make my pimple go away or my hair stronger.

The natural flights of the human mind are not from pleasure to pleasure, but from hope to hope.

If, after I depart this vale, you ever remember me and have thought to please my ghost, forgive some sinner and wink your eye at some homely girl.

Faith is a knowledge within the heart, beyond the reach of proof.

The secret of ugliness consists not in irregularity, but in being uninteresting.

Crime when it succeeds is called virtue.

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.

There’s a part of you – the born-again part, your spirit – that’s dead to sin. That’s why it bothers you now when you sin. The ‚wilderness‘ part of you – your soul – is your unrenewed mind, out-of-control emotions, and stubborn will.

Where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.

As long as a woman can look ten years younger than her own daughter, she is perfectly satisfied.

Sisters, do you realize the breadth and scope of your influence when you speak those things that come to your heart and mind as directed by the Spirit?

The Scoutmaster who is a hero to his boys holds a powerful lever to their development but at the same time brings a great responsibility on himself. They are quick enough to see the smallest characteristic about him, whether it be a virtue or a vice.

Because of your smile, you make life more beautiful.

Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears from the eyes of woman.

I add this, that rational ability without education has oftener raised man to glory and virtue, than education without natural ability.

There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation’s braggart lords.

Judges ought to be more leaned than witty, more reverent than plausible, and more advised than confident. Above all things, integrity is their portion and proper virtue.

Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God.

To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.

Never say there is nothing beautiful in the world anymore. There is always something to make you wonder in the shape of a tree, the trembling of a leaf.

When the mind is thinking it is talking to itself.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

There’s no art to find the mind’s construction in the face.

To enjoy good health, to bring true happiness to one’s family, to bring peace to all, one must first discipline and control one’s own mind. If a man can control his mind he can find the way to Enlightenment, and all wisdom and virtue will naturally come to him.

Have you not noticed that love is silence? It may be while holding the hand of another, or looking lovingly at a child, or taking in the beauty of an evening. Love has no past or future, and so it is with this extraordinary state of silence.

Silence is the virtue of fools.

The difference is too nice – Where ends the virtue or begins the vice.

A sense of the universe, a sense of the all, the nostalgia which seizes us when confronted by nature, beauty, music – these seem to be an expectation and awareness of a Great Presence.

All the reasonings of men are not worth one sentiment of women.

What most persons consider as virtue, after the age of 40 is simply a loss of energy.

Why does your mind conform? Have you ever asked? Are you aware that you are conforming to a pattern? It doesn’t matter what that pattern is, whether you have established a pattern for yourself or it has been established for you.

Teach us that wealth is not elegance, that profusion is not magnificence, that splendor is not beauty.

Fantasy is an exercise bicycle for the mind. It might not take you anywhere, but it tones up the muscles that can. Of course, I could be wrong.

If a work of art is rich and vital and complete, those who have artistic instincts will see its beauty, and those to whom ethics appeal more strongly than aesthetics will see its moral lesson. It will fill the cowardly with terror, and the unclean will see in it their own shame.

God Almighty first planted a garden. And indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures.

Virtue consists, not in abstaining from vice, but in not desiring it.

It may be possible to gild pure gold, but who can make his mother more beautiful?

Shakespeare – I was very influenced – still am – by Shakespeare. I couldn’t believe that a white man in the 16th century could so know my heart.

A man does not have to be an angel in order to be saint.

Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.

It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries or the way she combs her hair.

Dissident intellectuals aren’t all beautiful.

Literature, not scripture, sustains the mind and – since there is no other metaphor – also the soul.