Anger is evidence that you are wrong.

Anger is really disappointed hope.

Anger is the fluid love bleeds when cut.

Anger implies love. The man who is angered by nothing cares about nothing.

Color is not something that already exists in sunlight, rather it arises from the conduction of polar opposites (like along the fringes of a sharp black/white edge).

Color is full of feeling — Blue is true, Yellow's jealous, Green's forsaken, Red's brazen, White is love, And black is death.

Color is transformed by movement — Disturb green and it darkens into blue: green leaves turn bluish in the wind. Yellow that charges straight at you shows tints of green. Shake up blue and it deepens into ultramarine. Roughed-up red becomes garnet. The anger that makes man “see red” turns colors blue.

Color is transformed by emotion — The anger that makes man “see red” turns colors blue.

The Flower is the beautiful hieroglyphic of nature.

The Flower is a word which even a baby can understand.

The Flower is but earth vivified.

The Flower 1s 2erfume is its feelings.

Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself till, by broad spreading it disperse to nought.

Glory is wont to exalt, not to humble.

Glory is like a glow-worm; afar off they shine bright, But look'd too near have neither heat nor light.

Glory is a torch to kindle the noble mind.