It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all doing direct the other way in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
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People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.
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If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It's a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it's time to reflect on what's come before.
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Self love, the spring of motion, acts the soul; Reason's comparing balance rules the whole.
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Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather fragrant
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Dr. Evil The details of my life are quite inconsequential.. Very well, where do I begin My father was a relentlessly self improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum.. It's breathtaking I highly suggest you try it.
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It's designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything is new again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains comes, it stops, and leaves you to face the fall alone.
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The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month. From Fisherman's Luck
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An honest statesman to a prince, Is like a cedar planted by a spring; The spring bathes the tree's root, the grateful tree Rewards it with his shadow.
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In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
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Come, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, come; And from the bosom of your dropping cloud, While music wakes around, veiled in a shower Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
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Spring is about to spring. Persephone is coming back and the ice is groaning, about to break with the exquisite and deafening roar. It's a time for madness a time for our fangs to come down and our eyes to glaze over so that the beast in us can sing with unmitigated joy. Oh yes, ecstasy, I welcome thee
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Could Hamlet have been written by a committee, or the Mona Lisa painted by a club Could the New Testament have been composed as a conference report Creative ideas do not spring from groups. They spring from individuals. The divine spark leaps from the finger of God to the finger of Adam.
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Spring is when life's alive in everything.
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Sit quiety, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself.
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Spring is nature's way of saying, Let's party!
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Spring is a true reconstructionist.
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Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.
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Rebellion without truth is like spring in a bleak, arid desert.
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Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
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The bud is on the bough again. The leaf is on the tree.
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Walk lightly in the spring; Mother Earth is pregnant.
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Base envy withers at another's joy, And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
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My ideas are a curse. They spring from a radical discontent With the awful order of things.
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I have looked on the hills of the stormy North, And the larch has hung his tassels forth.
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