Her beauty might fascinate men, but it was difficult to charm them when she stood mute. . . .
And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmasks her beauty to the moon.
The elms of New England! They are as much a part of her beauty as the columns of the Parthenon were the glory of its architecture.
What the public expects to encounter in an actress passed 70 is the sum of her experience, not her beauty.
I love her beauty, but I fear her mind.