To me a book is a message from the gods to mankind; or, if not, should never be published at all. A… — Aleister Crowley Copy Share Image
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods. — Henry Beston Copy Share Image
The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There ought to be gardens for all months in the year, in which, severally, things of beauty may be then in season. — Francis Bacon Copy Share Image
Besides the Autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days, A little this side of the snow, And that side of the Haze...,… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves… — Eric Sloane Copy Share Image
Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn, time seems speeded up. What was is not and never again will… — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share Image
