“Youth is like spring, an overpraised season.”

“At the end of the season of sorrows comes the time of rejoicing. Spring, like a well-oiled clock, noiselessly indicates this time.”

“Youth's the season made for joys,
Love is then our duty.”

“In old age it is no longer possible to credit the sheer, almost physical agony which is caused in youth by the passage of time, when the turning of spring into summer arouses pain as lively as the pain of toothache. The succession of the seasons is like a recurrent inescapable catastrophe, which sweeps away what is young and beautiful, and what is beautiful because it is young.”

“To be interested in the changing seasons is… a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.”

“The flowers anew returning seasons bring!
But beauty faded has no second spring.”

“Human generations are like leaves in their seasons.
The wind blows them to the ground, but the tree
Sprouts new ones when spring comes again.
Men too. Their generations come and go.”

“I truly miss my youth but embrace the more mature man I've become. Living in Palm Springs, I am a spring chicken! So it's all relative.”

“One day, when spring has gone and youth has fled,
The Maiden and the flowers will both be dead.”

“Thou blessed season of our spring,
When hopes are angels on the wing;
Bound upwards to their heavenly shore,
Alas! to visit earth no more.”