January gray is here, like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, march with grief doth howl and rave, and April weeps -- but, O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.

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

I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.

Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.

Sometimes it's better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

Everytime we say that god is the author of some phenomenon, that signifies that we are ignorant of how such a phenomenon was caused by the forces of nature.

No one has yet been found resolute enough in dogmatizing to deny that Nature made man equal; that society has destroyed this equality is a truth not more incontrovertible.