Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of… — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
We do not war with races primarily as such. Tyranny is our foe. Whatever trapping or disguise it wears, whatever language it… — Winston Churchill Copy Share Image
Men are as we have always known them, neither better nor worse from the hearts of rogues there springs a latent honesty,… — Federica Montseny Copy Share Image
“No season lasts forever because all of life is a cycle of planting, reaping, resting, and renewal. Winter is not infinite: even… — Anthony Robbins Copy Share Image
I am the subject of depression so fearful that I hope none of you ever get to such extremes of wretchedness as… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
The season starts today! Which means today is the day last years ring gets put away and a new journey begins. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Shy gold begins to peep through the sombre green - the wattle's wedding dress - and Spring is near. Then suddenly it… — C. J. Dennis Copy Share Image
When I was a kid in the '60s, I went shopping in downtown Silver Spring. Hecht's, JCPenney, the little retailers - they… — George Pelecanos Copy Share Image
Nearly every season, I make the acquaintance of one or more new flowers. It takes years to exhaust the botanical treasures of… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
Where is everybody? Humans could theoretically colonize the galaxy in a million years or so, and if they could, astronauts from older… — Enrico Fermi Copy Share Image
Rashly, nor ofttimes truly, doth man pass judgment on his brother; for he seeth not the springs of the heart, nor heareth… — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share Image
There is a riddle about a man who is locked in a room with nothing but a bed and a calendar, and… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
I'm the kind of guy who looks to be in first at the end of the season. — Kenny Lofton Copy Share Image
A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell; 'Tis but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still.… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
In the journey of the year, the autumn is Venice, spring is Naples, certainly, and the majestic maturity of summer is Rome. — George William Curtis Copy Share Image
I'd come to realize that all our troubles spring from our failure to use plain, clear-cut language. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
If you get a drill and drill down 5km beneath the ground, it's teeming with life - millions of tiny living fossils.… — Paul Davies Copy Share Image
The complaints of contemporary writes, who deplore the increase of luxury and deprevation of manners, are commonly expressive of their peculiar temper… — Edward Gibbon Copy Share Image
It was a nice day, and I don't mean that it was sunny either. It was humid and not too cool, like… — Gabrielle Zevin Copy Share Image
The most delicious sensation of all is the re-birth of healthy human love. Spring coming back to Earth! — Aleister Crowley Copy Share Image
Typically, a book is published and gets one season in the sun. Eventually, you write another book, and maybe your old books… — Raina Telgemeier Copy Share Image
“In polite conversation, we’ll tell you we have two seasons: hot-and-wet and hot-and-dry. In less polite conversation, we’ll reveal there are three:… — Kirstin Chen Copy Share Image
