[It is possible] that the race of red men ... will, before many generations, be remembered only as a strange, weird, dream-like specter, which has passed once before the eyes of men, but had departed forever.
(James A. Garfield (1831-1881), U.S. president. To J.D. Cox, August 6, 1870. Garfield, ch. 14, Allen Peskin (1978).)
To many women marriage is only this. It is merely a physical change impinging on their ordinary nature, leaving their mentality untouched, their self-possession intact. They are not burnt by even the red fire of physical passionfar less by the white fire of love.
(Mary Webb (1881-1927), British novelist. The Golden Arrow, ch. 18 (1916).)
Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it. It is a blood-red flower, with the colour of sin; but there is always the scent of a god about it.
(Olive Schreiner (1855-1920), South African writer, feminist. The Story of an African Farm, pt. 2, ch. 8 (1883).)
...deep down, deeper than everyday gets me, I am still one of them and will be till I die. In my heart and soul I belong to the lot and the red wagons and the Big Top.
(Josephine Demott Robinson (1865-1948), U.S. circus performer. The Circus Lady, ch. 16 (1926).
After a successful childhood career as a circus performer, followed by marriage and fifteen years in retirement, Robinson had returned to circus performing, a decision that eventually broke up her marriage.)
The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man.
(Seattle (c. 1784-1866), Native American chief of the Dwamish, Suquamish, and allied Indian tribes. Letter, 1854, to President Franklin Pierce, attributed to Chief Seattle. Brother Eagle, Sister Sky: A Message from Chief Seattle (1990).
The letter, in which Seattle pleaded that his name should die with the ceding of the Washington State territories, was shown in 1992 to have been largely a forgery, devised by television scriptwriter Ted Perry for a historical epic in 1971.)
White ... is not a mere absence of colour; it is a shining and affirmative thing, as fierce as red, as definite as black.... God paints in many colours; but He never paints so gorgeously, I had almost said so gaudily, as when He paints in white.
(Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936), British author. "A Piece of Chalk," Tremendous Trifles (1909).)
I invented the colors of the vowels!A black, E white, I red, O blue, U greenI made rules for the form and movement of each consonant, and, and with instinctive rhythms, I flattered myself that I had created a poetic language accessible, some day, to all the senses.
(Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891), French poet. repr. In Collected Poems, ed. Oliver Bernard (1962). Une Saison en Enfer, "Délires II: Alchimie du Verbe," (1874).
Rimbaud had already expressed the notion of the vowels possessing particular colors in the poem "Voyelles," 1871.)
The radiance was that of the full, setting, and blood-red moon, which now shone vividly through that once barely- discernible fissure,... extending from the roof of the building, in a zigzag direction, to the base. While I gazed, this fissure rapidly widened.
(Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. author. The narrator, in "The Fall of the House of Usher," Burton's Gentleman's Magazine (1839).
A metaphor for the defloration of the deceased Madeline Usher.)