Age had drained the color from her eyes the way darkness drains the color from everything

Colors are vibrating light energies, each __olor ray_ produces a sound that affects matter.

There is nothing which we receive with so much reluctance as advice.

What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life's pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.

Gray.The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resembled transparent molten steel, the pavement looked like it was about to burst into disconsolate tears, even the air itself was gray, so ultimate and ubiquitous that colour was everywhere around me.Gray...

The ways of heaven are dark and intricate;Puzzled in mazes, and perplext with errors.