“Those whom spring's storms torture yearn for the warmth of summer Without even fearing the ideaThat a hundred days of their lives will then have passed forever.”

“Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confidence in the storms of spring without fear that after them may come no summer.”

“Let us live happily, without hate amongst those who hate. Let us dwell unhating amidst hateful men.Let us live happily, in good health amongst those who are sick.Let us dwell in good health amidst ailing men.Let us live happily, without yearning for sensual pleasures amongst those who yearn for them.Let us dwell without yearning amidst those who yearn.Let us live happily, we who have no impediments. We shall subsist on joy even as the radiant gods.”

“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.”

“Summer has no day,' she said. 'We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth...it has no day.”

“Look lak she been livin' through uh hundred years in January without one day of spring.”