Source: The Kingdom of God Is Within You
“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer.”
translation from original Dutch: Fons Heijnsbroek
(original Dutch, citaat van Schelfhout, uit zijn brief:) ..en daar wij nu in het Zomer leeven zijn heb ik geen truk [truc] van mij de Winter zoo danig voor den geest te halen dat ik in staat zoude zijn er een te kunnen schilderen.. ..en gij zou den gedult moeten nemen tot aanstaande winter.
Quote of Schelfhout in a letter to his client nl:Johannes Immerzeel, June 1832; as cited in 'Andreas Schelfhout Onsterfelijk schoon', Simonis & Buunk 2005 https://www.simonis-buunk.nl/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/catalogus_schelfhout.pdf, p. 17
“The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.”
Often attributed to Twain, but of unknown origin. http://www.pbs.org/marktwain/scrapbook/04_trouble/ http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id=009Ckt http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2005/08/19/MNGOBEA9JI1.DTL This entry from Quote Investigator http://quoteinvestigator.com/2011/11/30/coldest-winter/ discusses some possible early sources.
Twain did write, in Roughing It http://www.gutenberg.org/files/3177/3177.txt:
The climate of San Francisco is mild and singularly equable. The thermometer stands at about seventy degrees the year round. It hardly changes at all. You sleep under one or two light blankets Summer and Winter, and never use a mosquito bar. Nobody ever wears Summer clothing. You wear black broadcloth--if you have it--in August and January, just the same. It is no colder, and no warmer, in the one month than the other. You do not use overcoats and you do not use fans. It is as pleasant a climate as could well be contrived, take it all around, and is doubtless the most unvarying in the whole world. The wind blows there a good deal in the summer months, but then you can go over to Oakland, if you choose--three or four miles away--it does not blow there.
Misattributed
“Winter draws what summer paints.”
Haven (1951)
“Pray for wet Summers, Winters wanting Rain.”
The Works of Publius Virgilius Maro (2nd ed. 1654), Virgil's Georgicks
“A wet summer and a fine winter should be the farmer's prayer.”
Georgics, Book I, p. 39
Translations, The Poems of Virgil Translated Into English Prose (1872)
