Quotes by Spring Humor springs from rage, hay fever, overdue rent and miscellaneous hell. Will Cuppy hay-feverhumorspring As Darwin puts it in The Descent of Man, 'Male snakes, though appearing so sluggish, are amorous.' Isn't that just like Darwin? It was one of his main ideas, you know, that the males of almost all animals have stronger passions than the females. Since then we've learned a thing or two. At any rate, the female snake is right there when spring arrives in the woods. Will Cuppy passionspringmen There was only - spring itself, the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere; in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm high wind - rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive ... If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that it was spring. Willa Cather sunshinecloudsspring The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, and the sunlight full of red dust. The air one breathed was saturated with earthy smells, and the grass under foot had a reflection of the blue sky in it. Willa Cather reflectionspringart Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Willa Cather rootsspringart Many people seem to think that art is a luxury to be imported and tacked on to life. Art springs out of the very stuff that life is made of. Most of our young authors start to write a story and make a few observations from nature to add local color. The results are invariably false and hollow. Art must spring out of the fullness and richness of life. Willa Cather writingspringart The stately heavens which glory doth array, are mirrors of God's admirable might; there, whence forth spreads the night, forth springs the day. He fix'd the fountains of this temporal light, where stately stars enstall'd, some stand, some stray, all sparks of his great power (though small) yet bright. By what none utter can, no, not conceive. All of his greatness, shadows may perceive. William Alexander, 1st Earl of Stirling greatnessstarsspring Winter is on the road to spring. Some think it a surly road. I do not. A primrose road to spring were not as engaging to my heart as a frozen icicled craggy way angered over by strong winds that never take the iron trumpets from their lips. William Alfred Quayle strongheartspring Four ducks on a pond, / A grass-bank beyond, / A blue sky of spring, / White clouds on the wing: / What a little thing / To remember for years - / To remember with tears!. William Allingham skyspringwings Ring-ting! I wish I were a primrose, A bright yellow primrose blowing in the spring! The stooping boughs above me, The wandering bee to love me, The fern and moss to creep across, And the elm-tree for our king! William Allingham kingsyellowspring Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring William Allingham springbooklying From what deep springs of character our personal philosophies issue, we cannot be sure. In philosophers themselves we seem always able to notice some deep internal correspondence between the man and his philosophy. Are our philosophies, then, merely the inevitable outcome of the body of fate and personal circumstance that is thrust upon each of us? Or are these beliefs the means by which we freely create ourselves as the persons we become? Here, at the very outset, the question of freedom already hovers in the background. William Barrett springcharacterphilosophy Reviving Spring, a toast to thy fresh lips! Thy blush is music, and e'en heaven lurks In thy thick perfumed hair that hangs about Thy flowered shoulders like enchanted rain; Thy sigh is song and thy soft breath a balm, Dispelling death -- soft loosing his cold grip, Unravelling darkness in the heart of pain, As o'er dank waters rings the laugh of dawn. William Batchelder Greene painspringsong In the Middle West now you got to put a brand on your soil, then in the Spring go on a round-up looking for it. Will Rogers agriculturegoes-onspring There is no season such delight can bring, as summer, autumn, winter and the spring. William Browne summerspringfall The little wind-flower, whose just opened eye William C. Bryant eyebluespring Still sweet with blossoms is the year's fresh prime. William C. Bryant springsweetyears Flowers spring up unsown and die ungathered. William C. Bryant diesflowerspring The country ever has a lagging Spring, William C. Bryant flowerspringcountry Ah, passing few are they who speak, William C. Bryant springwindart«132133134135136137138139140141142»
