When earths last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried When the oldest colors have faded and the youngest critic has died We shall rest and faith we shall need itlie down for an eon or two Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew! And those that were good shall be happy: they shall sit in a golden chair; They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets hair; They shall find real saints to draw fromMagdalene Peter and Paul; They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all! And only the Master shall praise us and only the Master shall blame; And no one shall work for money and no one shall work for fame; But each for the joy of working and each in his separate star Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are! Rudyard Kipling
An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a mans entire existence.
ELOQUENCE n. The art of orally persuading fools that white is the color that it appears to be. It includes the gift of making any color appear white.
To live anywhere in the world today and be against equality because of race or color is like living in Alaska and being against snow.
When earths last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried When the oldest colors have faded and the youngest critic has died We shall rest and faith we shall need itlie down for an eon or two Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew! And those that were good shall be happy: they shall sit in a golden chair; They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets hair; They shall find real saints to draw fromMagdalene Peter and Paul; They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all! And only the Master shall praise us and only the Master shall blame; And no one shall work for money and no one shall work for fame; But each for the joy of working and each in his separate star Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are! Rudyard Kipling
Every white will have its blacke And every sweet its soure.
Come come come. Without a monster or two it?s not a quest merely a gaggle of friends wandering about.
Religion is a candle inside a multicolored lantern. Everyone looks through a particular color but the candle is always there.
Clouds come floating into my life no longer to carry rain or usher storm but to add colour to my sunset sky.
Wise Words Colors fade temples crumble empires fall but wise words endure.