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.

A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike.

This I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected.

Thou mayest rule over sin.

You got a God. Don't make no difference if you don' know what he looks like.

You know most people live ninety per cent in the past, seven per cent in the present, and that only leaves them three per cent for the future.

But a man needs company.