October is the month for painted leaves. Their rich glow now flashes round the world. As fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall, so the year near its setting. October is its sunset sky; November the later twilight.

Your scheme must be the framework of the universe; all other schemes will soon be ruins.

Men are as innocent as the morning to the unsuspicious.

I took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the trees.

It is not in vain that man speaks to man. This is the value of literature.

There is a slumbering subterranean fire in nature which never goes out, and which no cold can chill.

When my legs begin to move, the thoughts begin to flow.