William Alfred Quayle Quotes
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Winter is on the road to spring. Some think it a surly road. I do not. A primrose road to spring were not as engaging to my heart as a frozen icicled craggy way angered over by strong winds that never take the iron trumpets from their lips (William Alfred Quayle Quotes)
Winter’s notion of poetry is tragedy. It knows nothing of comedy. Its laughter was frozen on its lips long ago (William Alfred Quayle Quotes)
Winter is not an end. It is in transit. It is headed to bankruptcy. The sheriff will sell its stock for what he can get and an ice man will be the only bidder at the sale (William Alfred Quayle Quotes)