There is no color that has a rank; every shade is bon vivant.
Color is the gift given to grateful surfaces.
Color is the soul’s picture window on the world.
To awake dead souls, speak in living color.
Blue above, blue below, blue best sandwiches the whole.
Yellow was made for the daisy, for the sun and happy-crazy.
Cool black suits, hot black boots, these may seduce Miss Chartreuse.
You can’t park color at the curb; color is an active verb.
White light is the Saint Nicholas of color.
When life offers you a screwed up deal, take two carotenoids and heal.