The kind of beauty I want most is the hard-to-get kind that comes from within - strength, courage, dignity.
It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.
So much of our lives is given over to the consideration of our imperfections that there is no time to improve our imaginary virtues. The truth is we only perfect our vices, and man is a worse creature when he dies than he was when he was born.

