Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him.

If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees.

There it is, fog, atmospheric moisture still uncertain in destination, not quite weather and not altogether mood, yet partaking of both.

There are no limits to either time or distance, except as man himself may make them. I have but to touch the wind to know these things.

Year's end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.

Each new season grows from the leftovers from the past. That is the essence of change, and change is the basic law.

The ultimate wisdom which deals with beginnings, remains locked in a seed. There it lies, the simplest fact of the universe and at the same time the one which calls faith rather than reason.