Somewhere fate laughs in her far-off country, because now I am the human and it is Grace I will lose again and again, immer wieder, always the same, ….

I declare the 20th Winter Games closed. I call upon the youth of the world to assemble four years from now in Vancouver, to celebrate the 21st Olympi….

Age certainly hadn't conferred any smarts on me. Character maybe, but mediocrity is a constant, as one Russian writer put it. Russian writers have a ….

Where do the ducks go in the winter?.

Feathered with hoarfrost, skeletal trees loom closer; fog shrouded arches..

Now is the month of Maying, When merry lads are playing. Fa la la... Each with his bonny lass, upon the greeny grass. Fa la la... The Spring clad all….

I love hats and winter is the perfect time for them. I love winter time fashion..

My wife and I always have a winter holiday that I call the "fly and flop". In January and February, you don't want culture, you just want to get your….

I had three choices: to conform to my own beliefs, which meant death; complete silence, which meant another kind of death; to pay a tribute, a bribe.….

After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. And after every storm, there comes clear, open skies..

Winter hurled more wind and rain at the city than it ever had before. Clouds dashed about in all directions emptying their thunder, hail and rain. Th….

Winter always turns into Spring. Never, from ancient times on, has anyone heard or seen of winter turning back to autumn..

I remember that winter because it had brought the heaviest snows I had ever seen. Snow had fallen steadily all night long and in the morning I woke i….

If you were foolish enough to sing all the summer, you must dance supperless to bed in the winter..

I don't mind your showing me your legs. They're very swell legs and it's a pleasure to make their acquaintance. I don't mind if you don't like my man….

Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed The speculating rooks at their nests cawed And saw from elm tops, delicate as flower of grass, What w….

In the winter I was with Nelson Piquet. He was talking about his capacity to race faster. He said that he was still learning new things all the time..

In the woods where snow is thick, bars of sunlight lay like pale fire..

I think I hate snow, downright hate it. There is something stupefying in it, a kind of 'You must be worse before you're better,' and down it spins..

February dawn -- frost on the path Where I paced all winter..

I have not yet lost a feeling of wonder, and of delight, that this delicate motion should reside in all the ordinary things around us, revealing itse….