Wednesday, 27 May 2015

Beauty and Health

A thing of beauty is a joy forever

Take care of your body. It's the only place you have to live.

The first wealth is health.

The groundwork of all happiness is health.

If eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being.

He thought it happier to be dead, To die for Beauty, than live for bread.

Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare, And beauty draws us with a single hair.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty - that is all, Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.

The sovereign invigorator of the body is exercise, and of all the exercises walking is the best.

There's lots of people who spend so much time watching their health, they haven't got time to enjoy it.

Time and health are two precious assets that we don't recognize and appreciate until they have been depleted.

To array a man's will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.

To get rich never risk your health. For it is the truth that health is the wealth of wealth.

The higher your energy level, the more efficient your body. The more efficient your body, the better you feel and the more you will use your talent to produce outstanding results.

The sorrow which has no vent in tears may make other organs weep.

In youth and beauty wisdom is but rare!

Give me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling!

I would define, in brief, the Poetry of words as the Rhythmical Creation of Beauty. Its sole arbiter is Taste.

True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved, Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved.

Lo! the moon ascending! Up from the East, the silvery round moon; Beautiful over the house-tops, ghastly, phantom moon; Immense and silent moon.

A fool there was and he made his prayer, (Even as you and I), To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair, (We called her the woman who did not care), But the fool he called her his lady fair.

I wiped away the weeds and foam, I fetched my sea-born treasures home; But the poor, unsightly, noisome things, Had left their beauty on the shore, With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar.

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