“There is something deep within us that sobs at endings. Why, God, does everything have to end? Why does all nature grow old? Why do spring and summer have to go?” — Joe L. Wheeler Copy Share Image
“As we hypnotically watch the steadily diminishing reserve of sand in life's hourglass, the instincts of a miser surface. Life is now savored, sipped… — Joe L. Wheeler Copy Share Image
“Time remorselessly rambles down the corridors and streets of our lives. but it is not until autumn that most of us become aware that… — Joe L. Wheeler Copy Share Image
“With age, gone are the forevers of youth. Gone is the willingness to procrastinate, delay, to play the waiting game. Now each day is… — Joe L. Wheeler Copy Share Image
“There is something deep within us that sobs at endings. Why, God, does everything have to end? Why does all nature grow old? Why… — Joe L. Wheeler Copy Share Image
“There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.” — Joe L. Wheeler Copy Share Image
