TheThere is a privacy about it which no other season gives you.... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.
The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to literature, summer the tissues and the blood.
Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.
Let us love winter,
for it is the spring of genius.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
Winter makes a bridge between one year and another and, in this case, one century and the next.
In the depth of winter,
I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
When you live in Texas,
every single time you see snow it is magical.