Invariably our best nights were those when it rained, for then we were not troubled with mosquitoes.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. "The Allegash and East Branch" (1864) in The Maine Woods (1864), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 3, p. 265, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
If [government] would confine itself to equal protection, and, as Heaven does its rains, shower its favors alike on the high and the low, the rich and the poor, it would be an unqualified blessing.
(Andrew Jackson (1767-1845), U.S. president. Veto of the Second National Bank, July 10, 1832. Compilation of the Messages and Papers of the Presidents, vol. II, ed. J.D. Richardson, Washington (1908).)
Family values are a little like family vacationssubject to changeable weather and remembered more fondly with the passage of time. Though it rained all week at the beach, it's often the momentary rainbows that we remember.
(Leslie Dreyfous (20th century), U.S. author. AP story, The New York Times (October 25, 1992).)
All rejection and negation indicates a deficiency in fertility: fundamentally, if only we were good plowland we would allow nothing to go unused, and in every thing, event, and person we would welcome manure, rain, or sunshine.
(Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900), German philosopher, classical scholar, critic of culture. Friedrich Nietzsche, Sämtliche Werke: Kritische Studienausgabe, vol. 2, p. 515, eds. Giorgio Colli and Mazzino Montinari, Berlin, de Gruyter (1980). Mixed Opinions and Maxims, aphorism 332, "Good Plowland," (1879).)
Mix salt and sand, and it shall puzzle the wisest of men, with his mere natural appliances, to separate all the grains of sand from all the grains of salt; but a shower of rain will effect the same object in ten minutes.
(Thomas Henry Huxley (1825-95), British biologist and educator. Reflection #63, Aphorisms and Reflections, selected by Henrietta A. Huxley, Macmillan (London, 1907).)
The task of an American writer is not to describe the misgivings of a woman taken in adultery as she looks out of a window at the rain but to describe four hundred people under the lights reaching for a foul ball. This is ceremony.
(John Cheever (1912-1982), U.S. author. "The Sixties," 1963 entry, John Cheever: The Journals, ed. Robert Gottlieb (1991).)
What is a farm but a mute gospel? The chaff and the wheat, weeds and plants, blight, rain, insects, sunit is a sacred emblem from the first furrow of spring to the last stack which the snow of winter overtakes in the fields.
(Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), U.S. essayist, poet, philosopher. Nature, ch. 5 (1836, revised and repr. 1849).)