“There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood- Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a rhyme, With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.”

I often wish… that I could rid the world of the tyranny of facts. What are facts but compromises? A fact merely marks the point where we have agreed to let investigation cease.

On the shining yards of heaven See a wider dawn unfurled. . . . The eternal slaves of beauty Are the masters of the world.

Have little care that Life is brief, And less that Art is long. Success is in the silences Though Fame is in the song.

I heard the spring light whisper Above the dancing stream, The world is made forever in likeness of a dream.

Love manifests itself in our bodies as instinctive craving, in our souls as devotion, and in our minds as pride.

Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune I saw the white daisies go down to the sea, A host in the sunshine, an army in June, The people God sends us to set our heart free.

The greatest joy in nature is the absence of man.

There is a passion for perfection which you will rarely see fully developed; but you may note this fact, that in successful lives it is never wholly lacking.

There is only one way in the world to be distinguished. Follow your instinct! Be yourself, and you’ll be somebody. Be one more blind follower of the blind, and you will have the oblivion you desire.

The first need of being is endurance; to endure with gladness if we can, with fortitude in any event.

It is not being out at heels that makes a man discontented, it is being out at heart. To be contented is to be good friends with yourself.

On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.

When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.

Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.

An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.

This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.

I think autumn can teach us a lot about love. About how muh beauty can be hidden in layers of change.

That it would always be summer and autumn, and you always courting me, and always thinking as much of me as you have done through the past summertime!

Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.