The errors of women spring, almost always, from their faith in the good, or their confidence in the true.
The folly of mistaking a paradox for a discovery, a metaphor for a proof, a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths, and oneself for an oracle, is inborn in us
The folly of mistaking a paradox for a discovery, a metaphor for a proof, a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths, and oneself for an oracle, is inborn in us.
Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.
Events of great consequence often spring from trifling circumstances.
Though it took a decade to find bin Laden, there is one consolation for his long evasion of justice: He lived long enough to witness what some are calling the Arab Spring, the complete repudiation of his violent ideology.
Spring is nature’s way of saying, “Let’s party!”
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
An optimist is the human personification of spring.
A late Easter, a long cold spring.
One swallow does not make a spring, nor does one fine day
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself
The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.
Spring has come when you can put your foot on three daisies
The quality of life, which in the ardor of spring was personal and sexual, becomes social in midsummer
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
They know who keep a broken tryst, Till something from the Spring be missed We have not truly known the Spring.
Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.
Science has never drummed up quite as effective a tranquilizing agent as a sunny spring day.
Every spring is the only spring - a perpetual astonishment.
Spring is sooner recognized by plants than by men.
Spring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments, not the composer.
Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.
We are reformers in the spring and summer, but in autumn we stand by the old. Reformers in the morning, and conservers at night.
The wind blows out, the bubble dies; The spring entomb'd in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past, and man forgot.