Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.
Edvard MunchShadow is Light’s child. It is nothing without the Light, and nothing if it falls into Darkness.
Many-Coloured RealmIt is a luxury to do something that serves no practical purpose: the luxury of civilization.
The Light Between OceansBoldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of hell.
The Charge Of The Light Brigade