Well, every little boy thinks he invented sin. Virtue we think we learn, because we are told about it. But sin is our own designing.
John SteinbeckNo one has ever successfully painted or photographed a redwood tree. The feeling they produce is not transferable. From them comes silence and awe
John SteinbeckCannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream.
John SteinbeckFearful and unprepared, we have assumed lordship over the life or death of the whole world, of all living things.
John Steinbeck