I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold…

October turned my maple's leaves to gold; The most are gone now; here and there one lingers: Soon these will slip from the twigs'…

— Thomas Bailey Aldrich

“I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew: Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in…

— J.R.R. Tolkien

“Cap notices the first red and gold leaves of the fall eddying on the surface of the lake. Do they make a pattern? Perhaps.…

— Janette Turner Hospital

“ The Oak Live thy Life, Young and old, Like yon oak, Bright in spring, Living gold; Summer-rich Then; and then Autumn-changed Soberer-hued Gold…

— Alfred Tennyson

The mind that thought of light, heavy, grey, yellow, still, swift, also conceived of magic that would make heavy things light and able to…

— J. R. R. Tolkien

No matter what. Wherever your mind wanders, it seems to turn up at the same Field of Dreams. It's the vision you wake up…

— James C. Collins

Just as the setting sun turned the clouds to liquid gold.

— Michael Ende

Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in…

— Alfred the Great

Surely, God could have caused birds to fly with their bones made of solid gold, with their veins full of quicksilver, with their flesh…

— Galileo Galilei

I with borrow'd silver shine, What you see is none of mine. First I show you but a quarter, Like the bow that guards…

— Jonathan Swift

A great smile is a wonderful asset, but a good heart is pure gold.

— Dolly Parton

Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in thesky.

— Rabindranath Tagore

With every product, the delta between the brand and the reality determines its power over the minds of consumers, and with Trump, that delta…

— Rick Wilson

Most paper money initially existed as a substitute for gold. That's what gave it value. But right now what gives a currency value is…

— Peter Schiff

These joys were so trifling as to be as imperceptible as grains of gold among the sand, and in moments of depression she saw…

— Leo Tolstoy