Autumn
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 arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of spring.
The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.
It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
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.
Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.
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.
There is a part of me that will forever want to be walking under autumn leaves, carrying a briefcase containing the works of Shakespeare and Yeats and a portable chess set. I will pass an old tree under which once on a summer night I lay on the grass with a fragrant young woman and we quoted e.e. cummings back and forth.
We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.
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