O Lord our God, help us tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with their little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it.
__Mark Twain, "The War Prayer"
"Hear! hear!" screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time, "winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it."
__Henry David Thoreau, 28 November 1858 journal entry
I want to be your friend; For ever and ever without break or decay; When the hills are all flat; And the rivers are all dry; When it lightens and thunders in winter; When it rains and snows in summer; When Heaven and Earth mingle; Not till then will I part from you;
__Chinese 1st century AD, translated Arthur Waley
I think my favorite sport in the Olympics is the one in which you make your way through the snow, you stop, you shoot a gun, and then you continue on. In most of the world, it is known as the biathlon, except in New York City, where it is known as winter.
__Michael Ventre, L.A. Daily News