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.

With a few exceptions people don't want money. They want luxury and they want love and they want admiration.

I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found.

I know people who are so immersed in road maps that they never see the countryside they pass through, and others who, having traced a route, are held to it as though held by flanged wheels to rails.

We can shoot rockets into space but we can't cure anger or discontent.

Lord, how the day passes! It's like a life - so quickly when we don't watch it and so slowly when we do.

Well, I never seen one guy take so much trouble for another guy. I just like to know what your interest is.