colors

A perfectly healthy sentence, it is true, is extremely rare. For the most part we miss the hue and fragrance of the thought; as if we could be satisfied with the dews of the morning or evening without their colors, or the heavens without their azure.

Everybody knows "blue" Monday. Sometimes we see "red." "Black" looks are disconcerting. Often the weak hearted show the "white" feather or a "yellow" streak. And that "dark brown" taste is not unknown. But if you want to keep in the "pink" of mental condition you mustn't let disturbing riots of color mess up your environment.

A small garden, accordingly, gives its owner a far greater opportunity to express himself . . . in a garden any man may be an artist, may experiment with all the subtleties or simplicities of line, mass, color, and composition, and taste the god-like joys of the creator.

The mathematician's patterns, like the painter's or the poet's must be beautiful; the ideas, like the colors or the words must fit together in a harmonious way. Beauty is the first test: there is no permanent place in this world for ugly mathematics.

I wanted to know the name of every stone and flower and insect and bird and beast. I wanted to know where it got its color, where it got its life - but there was no one to tell me.

He who puts . . . a product upon the market as it demands, controls that market, regardless of color. It is simply a survival of the fittest.

Bernard van Dieren commenting on the music of Frederick Delius: To all that he touched he gave a new meaning, a new color, a new outline, a new loveliness, and a new poignancy.

All colors will agree in the dark.

I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.

There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.