" Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year, upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn, that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness, that season which had drawn from every poet, worthy of being read, some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling." {Jane Austen :

" ...As gorgeous, vapory, silent hues cover the evening sky, As softness, fullness, rest, suffuse the spirit and frame the fresher,...

" September has come... it is hers, whose vitality leaps in the autumn, whose nature prefers leaves and a fire in the fire-place." {Louis...

" I often think that all of those vast desires for purer joys, that thrill the human heart, vague yearnings such as solitude inspires,...

" I have found myself thinking of summer fields. Fields full of flowers - poppies or lupines. Or, here, fields where the roses hook into...

" To feel the leaping heart of joy in the presence of greenness... It's entirely possible to exult in birdsong and miniature flowers...

" On this morning the weather was of that voluptuous vernal kind, which calls forth all latent romance of a man's temperament, filling...

" I wanted to stride away while I was able to stride; to embrace the beauty of the universe. I wanted to slip out each morning, alone in...

" The world will always be beautiful to those who look for beauty. Throats will always catch when the fleeing clouds part fleetingly and...