Nothing is so beautiful as spring – when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush — Gerard Manley Hopkins
The very idea of true patriotism is lost, and the term has been prostituted to the very — Robert Walpole
People ask me what I do in winter when there’s no baseball. I’ll tell you what I do. — Rogers Hornsby
Spring beckons! all things to the call respond; the trees are leaving and cashiers abscond. — Ambrose Bierce
Italy, and the spring and first love all together should suffice to make the gloomiest person happy. — Bertrand Russell
If those who are the enemies of innocent amusements had the direction of the world — Honoré de Balzac
Half the u.s. Population owns barely 2 percent of its wealth, putting the united states — Eric Alterman
A young ballplayer looks on his first spring training trip as a stage struck young woman regards the theater. — Christy Mathewson
A poem does not grow by jerks. As trees in spring produce a new ring of tissue, so does — Wilfred Owen
I went across the fields to avoid the straight highways, along the firing lines where people — Max Beckmann
Sweet as sweetest grecian honey will my song be when I sing, o beloved, in the season of the spring! — Ruben Dario
We expect to keep our writing sessions going until late spring, then to play some new material — Adrian Belew
The last two times I went to spring training, I had to win a job, and if I didn’t get off to — Eric Davis
I raised frogs every spring in our house from tadpoles and by end of summer our house was overrun with frogs. — William Joyce
I do hope that our spring will be starting shortly and we will all be able to enjoy some sunshine again. — Lesley Garrett
As sure as the spring will follow the winter, prosperity and economic growth will follow recession. — Bo Bennett
I miss the swedish women on the first day of spring cause they all just blossom in the most incredible way. — Joel Kinnaman
All our discontents about what we want appeared to spring from the want of thankfulness for what we have. — Daniel Defoe
We are all treading the vanishing road of a song in the air, the vanishing road of the spring — Richard Le Gallienne