All people see fires, storms, explosions, or landscapes; but how many feel the flames, the lightnings, the whirlwinds, or the harmony? How many have an inner beauty that tinges their melancholy?
As the least drop of wine tinges the whole goblet, so the least particle of truth colors our whole life.
The Bookshop has a thousand books, All colors, hues, and tinges, And every cover is a door That turns on magic hinges.