I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost. – Percy Bysshe Shelley

The substance of the winds is too thin for human eyes, their written language is too difficult for human minds, and their spoken language mostly too faint for the ears. – John Muir, A Thousand-Mile Walk To the Gulf

For the man sound in body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather; every day has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously. – George Gissing, “Winter,” The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft, 1903