Every mile is two in winter.

I like winter because I can stay indoors without feeling guilty.

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.

God is day and night, winter and summer, war and peace, satiety and want.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou are not so unkind As man's ingratitude.

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.

No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.

Honest winter, snow-clad and with the frosted beard, I can welcome not uncordially; but that long deferment of the calendar s promise, that weeping gloom of March and April, that bitter blast outraging the honour of May-how often has it robbed me of heart and hope.