In summer, the song sings itself.
—William Carlos Williams (1883–1963) American Poet, Novelist, Cultural Historian
Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare,
And left the flushed print in a poppy there.
—Francis Thompson (1859–1907) English Poet, Ascetic
In the depth of winter I finally learned there was inside me an invincible summer.
—Albert Camus (1913–60) Algerian-born French Philosopher, Dramatist, Essayist, Novelist, Author
A life without love is like a year without summer.
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
—Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892–1950) American Poet, Playwright, Feminist
One swallow does not make a summer.
There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart.
—Celia Thaxter (1835–94) American Poet, Writer
It will not always be summer: build barns.
—Hesiod (b.1493) Greek Poet, Economist