A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.
The wind of change is blowing through this continent. Whether we like it or not, this growth of national consciousness is a political fact.
The wind is us; it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.
The wind is the most powerful element of nature. It can either give you a breeze or a hurricane; it all depends on how you build your ship.
The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.