It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer.
Summer, after all, is a time when wonderful things can happen to quiet people.
Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.
I could never in a hundred summers get tired of this.
One must maintain a little bit of summer, even in the middle of winter.