Laughter springs from the lawless part of our nature..

Right from the start my parents had left me to fend for myself. Apparently unaware that I was a kid, they invariably treated me like an adult, perhap….

The fields are snowbound no longer; There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green. The snow has been caught up into the sky- So many wh….

But now it was spring again, and spring was almost unbearable for sensitive hearts. It drove creation to its utmost limits, it wafted its spice-laden….

Scratch the surface of knowledge and mystery bubbles up like a spring. And occasionally, at certain disquieting moments in history (Aristarchus, Gali….

A name is important. It isn't something you drop in the litter basket or on the ground. Your name is now people know you. The very mention of your na….

Again rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep'd in the morning dews..

Passion is the force that springs an artist from the needling cushion of depression..

In spring more mortal singers than belong To any one place cover us with song. Thrush, bluebird, blackbird, sparrow, and robin throng..

The need to express oneself in writing springs from a mal-adjustment to life, or from an inner conflict which the adolescent (or the grown man) canno….

My life is music, and in some vague, mysterious and subconscious way, I have always been driven by a taut inner spring which has propelled me to almo….

Ambition is a meteor-gleam; Fame a restless airy dream; Pleasures, insects on the wing Round Peace, th' tend rest flow'r of spring..

The Nobel Prizes are much more than awards to scholars; they are a celebration of civilization, of mankind, and of what makes humans unique - that is….

Italy, and the spring and first love all together should suffice to make the gloomiest person happy..

People with self-respect exhibit a certain toughness, a kind of moral nerve; they display what was once called *character,* a quality which, although….

Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing..

This is my best time of the year (spring training). Heck, once the season starts, I go to work..

In the autumn I gathered all my sorrows and buried them in my garden. And when April returned and spring came to wed the earth, there grew in my gard….

My compositions spring from my sorrows. Those that give the world the greatest delight were born of my deepest griefs..

It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn..

My passion for storm chasing has always been driven by the beautiful and powerful storms displayed in the heartland each spring..