" 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...

" Do something today that your future self will thank you for." {unknown} thankful for taking the time a few autumns ago to plant...

" Flames have always been at the heart of it all. Flames to sit around and read, a place for conversation. A fire is a magical thing. The...

" It is a time of richest sensation: the sights and smells, obviously, and the way its daily varying temperatures makes the skin...

" I will cut adrift - I will sit on pavements and drink coffee - I will dream; I will take my mind out of its iron cage and let it swim -...

" October is the best month when you live in the woods and maybe when you don't, but I wouldn't know. It's when the trees start to shake...

" Damsons are ripe in early September, at a time when the garden paths are festooned with spiderwebs and the leaves start their slow...

" August is the slow, gentle month that stretches out the longest across the span of a year. It yawns and lingers on with the light in...

" Summer did come at last and, when it did, it was one of those summers of poems and stories and country pictures, a once-upon-a-time...

" If spring is all about looking forward, and autumn about dying back, summer surely is the present moment: a long, hot now that marks...

" It was a brilliant spring day; the day was radiant. Even the air seemed to have a burr in it, as it touched the treetops; it vibrated,...

" She takes a deep breath of the autumn air, crisp & peppery, fuevulous & sweet, she feels it crackle down to the bottom of her lungs....