All our yesterdays are summarized in our now, and all the tomorrows are ours to shape.

Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable...the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street...by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.

Nature seems to look after her own only up to a certain point; beyond that they are supposed to fend for themselves.

All walking is discovery. On foot we take the time to see things whole.

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

He who walks may see and understand. You can study all America from one hilltop, if your eyes are open and your mind is willing to reach. But first you must walk to that hill.

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