“All praise to winter, then, was Henry's feeling. Let others have their sultry luxuries. How full of creative genius was the air in which these snow-crystals were generated. He could hardly have marveled more if real stars had fallen and lodged on his coat. What a world to live in, where myriads of these little discs, so beautiful to the most prying eye, were whirled down on every traveler's coat, on the restless squirrel's fur and on the far-stretching fields and forests, the wooded dells and mountain-tops -- these glorious spangles, the sweepings of heaven's floor.”

― Van Wyck Brooks (1886-1963), literary critic and historian, in his book The Flowering of New England, 1815-1865. The “Henry’’ refers to Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862).