The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassions, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.

Still to be neat, still to be dressed,
As you were going to a feast;
Still to be powdered, still perfumed;
Lady it is to be presumed,
Though art’s hid causes are not found,
all is not sweet, all is not sound.

Give me a look, give me a face,
that makes simplicity a grace;
Robes loosely flowing, hair as free;
Such sweet neglect more taketh me,
Than all th’ adulteries of art.
They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.