The true colour of life is the colour of the body, the colour of the covered red, the implicit and not explicit red of the living heart and the pulses. It is the modest colour of the unpublished blood.
(Alice Meynell (1847-1922), British poet, essayist. "The True Colour of Life," Essays (1914).)
We had not gone far before I was startled by seeing what I thought was an Indian encampment, covered with a red flag, on the bank, and exclaimed, "Camp!" to my comrades. I was slow to discover that it was a red maple changed by the frost.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. "Chesuncook" (1858) in The Maine Woods (1864), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 3, p. 107, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
A little birdie flew overhead a traffic light of green and red. From her diagonal point of view she saw both crimson and lime hue. Obey traffic rules? Birdies need not. Masters listen only to the inner voice of God.
Oh, you'll love the sea. There's something about it. The hot red dawn, the towering sails, the wake on a tropical night. Oh, you'll love it all. It's a glorious kind of world. I couldn't live without it.
(Charles Larkworthy. Denison Clift. Capt. Benjamin Briggs (Arthur Margetson), Phantom Ship, telling his bride-to-be how much she'll like sailing with him (1936).)
We hear about constitutional rights, free speech and the free press. Every time I hear those words I say to myself, "That man is a Red, that man is a Communist." You never heard a real American talk in that manner.
(Frank Hague (1876-1956), U.S. politician. speech, Jan. 12, 1938, to the Jersey City Chamber of Commerce.)
If you don't begin to be a revolutionist at the age of twenty, then at fifty you will be a most impossible old fossil. If you are a red revolutionary at the age of twenty, you have some chance of being up-to-date when you are forty!
(George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950), Anglo-Irish playwright, critic. speech, Feb. 12, 1933, to students of the University of Hong Kong. "Universities and Education," Platform and Pulpit , ed. Dan H. Laurence, Hill and Wang (1961).)
New York state sentence for a Peeping Tom is six months in the workhouse. And they got no windows in the workhouse. You know, in the old days they used to put your eyes out with a red-hot poker.
(John Michael Hayes (b. 1919), U.S. screenwriter, and Alfred Hitchcock. Stella (Thelma Ritter), Rear Window, to invalid photographer L.B. Jeffries (James Stewart), who is spying on his neighbors across the courtyard of his apartment building (1954).
Based on the short story by Cornell Woolrich.)