• "The trees are about to show us how lovely it is to let the dead things go."
  • "Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all." - Stanley Horowitz
  • "Autumn asks that we prepare for the future —that we be wise in the ways of garnering and keeping. But it also asks that we learn to let go; to acknowledge the beauty of sparseness." - Bonaro W. Overstreet
  • "That old September feeling... of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air.... Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year’s mistakes and failures had been wiped clean by summer." - Wallace Stegner
  • "October gave a party; / The leaves by hundreds came,— / The Ashes, Oaks, and Maples, / And leaves of every name. / The sunshine spread a carpet, / And every thing was grand; / Miss Weather led the dancing; / Professor Wind, the band.... / The sight was like a rainbow / New-fallen from the sky...." - George Cooper
  • "Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees." - Faith Baldwin
  • "If you stand still outside you can hear it... Winter’s footsteps, the sound of falling leaves."
  • "Just after the death of the flowers, / And before they are buried in snow, / There comes a festival season, / When nature is all aglow— / Aglow with a mystical spendour / That rivals the brightness of spring, / Aglow with a beauty more tender / Than aught which fair summer could bring...." - Emeline B. Smith
  • "There is no season in all the year so beautiful, so radiant with glory, as the early autumn. There is no time when the human soul drinks in so fully the glory and beauty of nature. All objects of beauty are more beautiful while passing away from us. The closing up of a beautiful life—the fading of the holy stars in the dim light of morning—the ending of a quiet summer day and the passing away of the bright summer glory, are all more sweet and lovely as they are lost to us. The death-glow always beautifies anything that wears the trace of beauty ere it goes back to nothingness. We do not understand the secret of this principle, yet we know that it is some law of the infinite mind." - Northern Advocate