No winter lasts forever, no spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it. The world's favorite season is the spring. An optimist is the human personification of spring. We grow great by dreams.
All big men are dreamers.
They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter's evening. To shorten winter, borrow some money due in spring. They are not the dull accompaniment to a somber, gray sky and relentless chill, but bear the promise of new life and renewed energy to the rootlets and buds. But now the silent succession suggests nothing but necessity. To most men only the cessation of the miracle would be miraculous, and the perpetual exercise of God's power seems less wonderful than its withdrawal would be.