When you see a woman who can go nowhere without a staff of admirers, it is not so much because they think she is beautiful, it is because she has told them they are handsome. – Jean Giraudoux
It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it. – John Burroughs, “Winter Sunshine”
The boy who expects every morning to open into a new world finds that today is like yesterday, but he believes tomorrow will be different. – Charles Dudley Warner
