Behold the grapes and all the fruits that Autumn gives today, As robed in red and gold, she rules, the Empress of Decay!
Henry AbbeyAll governments, Books, customs, buildings, railways, ships, and all the stark realities that men have made, Are but imagination's utterances.
Henry AbbeyOur yesterdays Are like a lonely and a ruined land Wherein a breeze of recollection sighs-- A fading land to which is no return.
Henry Abbey