“No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.”

I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.

Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.

I do not love a man, except I hate his vices, because those vices are the enemies, and the destruction of that friend whom I love.

For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere.

Ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.

God is so omnipresent. God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.

I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov’d?

We give each other a smile with a future in it.

Death is an ascension to a better library.

I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.

Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.

How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.

God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.

I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.

I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.

The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.

I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.

There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!

I am a child of autumn: At home amongst things that only know of falling.

Autumn comes to the sea with a fresh blaze of phosphorescence, when every wave crest is aflame. Here and there the whole surface may glow with sheets of cold fire, while below schools of fish pour through the water like molten metal.

Autumn nights carry the most colourful dreams through the empty woods.

Let autumn be proof that change is a beautiful thing even tho it can be hard to see at first.

I am learning to let go like autumn. I am learning to grow like spring.