The first day of spring is one thing and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.

Surely the President can agree with us that theft from government is not good. I know it's bold. It's out on the edge. I know from a Chicago-Springfield background it's hard to fully grasp that honesty could be part of government.

Dig within. Within is the wellspring of Good and it is always ready to bubble up if you just dig.

The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.

I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.

Man is born passionate of body but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.

And God help Bruce Springsteen when they decide he's no longer God... They'll turn on him and I hope he survives it.

It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.

I saw rock n' roll future and its name is Bruce Springsteen.

We would load up the yellow Cutlass Supreme station wagon and pick blackberries during blackberry season or spring onions during spring onion season. For us food was part of the fabric of our day.