Twain: "Turn up your nose at red heads! What ignorance! I pity your lack of taste. Why, man, red is the natural color of beauty! What is there that is really beautiful or grand in Nature or Art, that is not tinted with this primordial color? What gives to the bright flowers of the field - those painted by Nature's own hand - the power to charm the eye and purify the mind of man, and raise his thoughts to heaven, but the softening touches of the all-admired red! Unless the delicate blushes of the rose mingle upon the cheek of youth - though the features be perfect in form and proportion, and the eye beam with celestial sweetness, no one will pronounce their possessor beautiful."