For peace is not mere absence of war but is a virtue that springs from a state of mind a disposition for benevolence confidence justice.

The very idea of true patriotism is lost and the term has been prostituted to the very worst of purposes. A patriot sir! Why patriots spring up like mushrooms!

Never cut a tree down in the wintertime. Never make a negative decision in the low time. Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods. Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come.

For decades parents were told by so-called parenting 'experts' that offspring would be best raised on the belief each is special and entitled to all life has to offer.

The beautiful spring came and when Nature resumes her loveliness the human soul is apt to revive also.

Loki in 'Thor' is the most incredible springboard into a sort of excavation of the darker aspects of human nature. So that was thrilling coming back knowing that I'd built the boat and now I could set sail into choppier waters.

If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand rejoice for your soul is alive.

Poor dear silly Spring preparing her annual surprise!

Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds in wheels shoot long and lovely and lush Thrush's eggs look little low heavens and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.

Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.

For every person who has ever lived there has come at last a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours.

Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.

Spring is nature's way of saying 'Let's party!'

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

It is a wise tune that knows its own father and I like my music to be the legitimate offspring of respectable parents.

I am never at my best in the early morning especially a cold morning in the Yorkshire spring with a piercing March wind sweeping down from the fells finding its way inside my clothing nipping at my nose and ears.