From William Alexander Percy in his book Lanterns on the Levee:

“I have made …mistakes all my life, and it’s too late now to change. It was too late from the beginning. The color of our temperment, our chief concern, is nothing of our making. If we are pink, we can only hope that fate will not set us cheek by jowl with red. If we see the world through mauve glasses, there’s no sort of sense in wishing they were white. We may only console ourselves by noting that a certain opalescence, like sun through the misty mornings of London, is not without a loveliness denied the truer and cruder white noons of the Arizona desert.”