“It can’t beat us!” Pa said.
“Can’t it, Pa?” Laura asked stupidly.
“No,” said Pa. “It’s got to quit sometime and we don’t. It can’t lick us. We won’t give up.”
Then Laura felt a warmth inside her. It was very small but it was strong. It was steady, like a tiny light in the dark, and it burned very low but no winds could make it flicker because it would not give up.
~The Long Winter by Laura Ingalls Wilder; Chapter 30 – It Can’t Beat Us
Just to remind us all (who are thoroughly tired of snow) that it could be worse.