Every mile is two in winter.
Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.
Winter is nature's way of saying, "Up yours."
There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you.... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
