These too are of a burning color--not orange, not gold, but if pure gold were liquid and could raise a cream, that golden cream might be like the color of the poppies.
John SteinbeckSo much there is to see, but our morning eyes describe a different world than do our afternoon eyes, and surely our wearied evening eyes can report only a weary evening world.
John SteinbeckPeople who are most afraid of their dreams convince themselves they don't dream at all.
John Steinbeck