Michael and Inessa Garmash
Though beauty is, with the most apt similitude, I had
almost said with the most literal truth, called a flower
that fades and dies almost in the very moment
of its maturity; yet there is, methinks, a kind of beauty
which lives even to old age; a beauty that is not
in the features, but, if I may be allowed the expression,
shines through them. As it is not merely corporeal it is
not the object of mere sense, nor is it to be discovered
but by persons of true taste and refined sentiment.
FULKE GREVILLE, Maxims, Characters, and Reflections
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