The buds swell imperceptibly, without hurry or confusion, as if the short spring days were an eternity.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 1, pp. 110-111, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
It is disturbing to discover in oneself these curious revelations of the validity of the Darwinian theory. If it is true that we have sprung from the ape, there are occasions when my own spring appears not to have been very far.
(Cornelia Otis Skinner (1901-1979), U.S. author, actor. "The Ape in Me," The Ape in Me (1959).)
The first sparrow of spring! The year beginning with younger hope than ever!... What at such a time are histories, chronologies, traditions, and all written revelations? The brooks sing carols and glees to the spring.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. Walden (1854), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 2, p. 342, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
She had already allowed her delectable lover to pluck that flower which, so different from the rose to which it is nevertheless sometimes compared, has not the same faculty of being reborn each spring.
(Marquis de Sade (1740-1814), French author. "The Mystified Magistrate," (written 1787), first published in Historiettes, Contes et Fabliaux (1926).)