There shall be an eternal summer in the grateful heart..

The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe ….

'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them..

To a hikikomori, winter is painful because everything feels cold, frozen over, and lonely. To a hikikomori, spring is also painful because everyone i….

These are the days of the endless summer, these are the days, the time is now. There is no past, there's only future, there's only here, there's only….

One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter..

From the great trees the locusts cry In quavering ecstatic duo-a boy Shouts a wild call-a mourning dove In the blue distance sobs-the wind Wander….

it's a smile, it's a kiss, it's a sip of wine ... it's summertime!.

Scott and I had just worked with Jimmy Pardo doing a live show over the summer. And it was a lot of fun and we wanted to keep doing a live show. And ….

I have looked upon all the universe has to hold of horror,and even the skies of spring and flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me..

I'm sure I'll find some use for the dress before summer."Kavill nodded, and closed his thick ledger. "Do let me know if it causes anyone to faint-or ….

You never know what peace is until you walk on the shores or in the fields or along the winding red roads of Prince Edward Island in a summer twiligh….

What is time? The shadow on the dial, the striking of the clock, the running of the sand, day and night, summer and winter, months, years, centuries-….

There are moments, above all on June evenings, when the lakes that hold our moons are sucked into the earth, and nothing is left but wine and the tou….

This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight, like a spy, through the ripen….

A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving..

It was thought, perception, sensations that interested her, the conscious mind as a river through time, and how to represent its onward roll, as well….

For my Oxford degree, I had to translate French and German philosophy (as it turned out, Descartes and Kant) at sight without a dictionary. That mean….

As for me, I know nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky, ….

Yet you could feel a vibration in the air, a sense of hastening. It had started with the moon, inaccessible poem that it was. Now men had walked upon….

I question not if thrushes sing, If roses load the air; Beyond my heart I need not reach When all is summer there..