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.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.
I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!
Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.
For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.
Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
There is a harmony In autumn, and a luster in its sky...
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.
Fall is my favorite season in Los Angeles, watching the birds change color and fall from the trees.