Grave was the man in years, in looks, in word, his locks were grey, yet was his courage green.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green.
He could not die when trees were green, for he loved the time too well.
At pivotal moments throughout history, there have always been grey areas, and there likely will be in the future. Courage now lies not in the black and white, as in the past, but in the grey.
This is certain, that a man that studieth revenge keeps his wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well.
The color of truth is gray.
All theory, dear friend, is gray, but the golden tree of life springs ever green.
The mind wears the colors of the soul, as a valet those of his master.
The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.
Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave.
Colour can raise the dead.