Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting, and autumn a mosaic of them all.
I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.
Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, we have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!
Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.
Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn.