Curiously enough we often speak of the colour of a mind--and I once knew a child who persisted in calling people by the names of colours; not the colour of their clothes, but some mind-tint which he felt.

"The blue lady" was his especial favourite, and I have no doubt the presence or absence of that particular colour made a difference in his content all the days of his life.
The colour one likes is better for tranquillity and enjoyment--more conducive to health; and exercises an actual living influence upon moods.

For this reason, if no other, the colour of a room should never be arbitrarily prescribed or settled for the one who is to be its occupant.

It should be as much a matter of _nature_ as the lining of a shell is to the mussel, or as the colour of the wings of a butterfly.
In fact the mind which we cannot see may have a colour of its own, and it is natural that it should choose to dwell within its own influence.
We do not know _why_ we like certain colours, but we do, and let that suffice, and let us live with them, as gratefully as we should for more explainable ministry.
If colours which we like have a soothing effect upon us, those which we do not like are, on the other hand, an unwelcome influence.

If a woman says in her heart, I hate green, or red, or I dislike any one colour, and then is obliged to live in its neighbourhood, she will find herself dwelling with an enemy.