Joseph Wood Krutch Quotes

Hope is a great falsifier. Let good judgment keep her in check.

Hope is generally a wrong guide, though it is good company along the way.

When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.

No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.

Harsh reality is always better than false hope.

Winter isn't forever. Winter is always followed by spring. And it's how to take advantage of whatever season you're in.

And then, despite everything, I smiled and looked at the note and knew that spring would come —it always does. so I stared out that cold window, watching my breath collect on the glass, trying not to think about my life after the thaw.

Repeat, over and over again, in case anyone forgets it or believes the contrary, that we do not live in the best of all possible worlds.

The first sparrow of spring! The year beginning with younger hope than ever!

Spring is the time of plans and projects.

Hope and reality lie in inverse proportions.

Don't you know that day dawns after night, showers displace drought, and spring and summer follow winter? Then, have hope! Hope forever, for God will not fail you!

No; he could be ruined again and again by hope, but he would never be capable of belief.

You can't see Canada across lake Erie, but you know it's there. It's the same with spring. You have to have faith, especially in Cleveland.

How sad would be November if we had no knowledge of the spring!

All things seem possible in May.

I'm not a doom-and-gloom person. But I think there is a difference between transcendence and denial, and much of the Western world is in major denial today.

Autumn is a season followed immediately by looking forward to spring.

Optimism is the last resort of those in deep despair. There can't be any optimists in heaven.

In a way Winter is the real Spring - the time when the inner things happen, the resurgence of nature.

In every winter's heart there is a quivering spring, and behind the veil of each night there is a shining dawn.

This is a terrible hour, but it is often that darkest point which precedes the rise of day; that turn of the year when the icy January wind carries over the waste at once the dirge of departing winter, and the prophecy of coming spring.