Who said “Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and…”?

“O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?”

“January, month of empty pockets! Let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer's forehead.”

“Often in winter the end of the day is like the final metaphor in a poem celebrating death: there is no way out.”

“Many of the phenomena of Winter are suggestive of an inexpressible tenderness and fragile delicacy. We are accustomed to hear this king described as a rude and boisterous tyrant; but with the gentleness of a lover he adorns the tresses of Summer.”

“Where there is great love there are always miracles.”

“Give the people a new word and they think they have a new fact.”

“No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person.”

“That is happiness: to be dissolved into something complete and great.”

“The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.”

“That irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand.”