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"Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity; and that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life." "In God's wildness lies the hope of the world - the great fresh, unblighted, unredeemed wilderness." "I only went out for a walk, and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in." "Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves." "Wilderness is not only a haven for native plants and animals but it is also a refuge from society. Its a place to go to hear the wind and little else, see the stars and the galaxies, smell the pine trees, feel the cold water, touch the sky and the ground at the same time, listen to coyotes, eat the fresh snow, walk across the desert sands, and realize why its good to go outside of the city and the suburbs. Fortunately, there is wilderness just outside the limits of the cities and the suburbs in most of the United States, especially in the West."

John Muir

The sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality.

Martin Luther King Jr

A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptacle for Gilbey's gin, a stooped figure sitting at the edge of a hotel bed, heaving copious sighs like the autumn wind.

John Cheever

Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.

Elizabeth Bowen

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.

Yoko Ono

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.

John Muir

A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.

Edward E. Cummings

All those golden autumn days the sky was full of wings. Wings beating low over the blue water of Silver Lake, wings beating high in the blue air far above it . . . bearing them all away to the green fields in the South.

Laura Ingalls Wilder

Autumn is a season followed immediately by looking forward to spring.

Doug Larson

All flesh is one: what matter scores; Or color of the suit Or if the helmet glints with blue or gold? All is one bold achievement, All is fine spring-found-again-in-autumn day When juices run in antelopes along our blood, And green our flag, forever green

Ray Douglas Bradbury

Days decrease, And autumn grows, autumn in everything.

Robert Browning

Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.

Jim Bishop

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.

Hal Borland

Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.

Samuel Butler

There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.

Joe L. Wheeler

The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.

John Greenleaf Whittier

On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening

Bashō Matsuo

Autumn that year painted the countryside in vivid shades of scarlet, saffron and russet, and the days were clear and crisp under harvest skies.

Sharon Kay Penman

Autumn is leaving its mellowness behind for its spiky, rotted stage. Don't remember summer even saying goodbye.

David Mitchell

Coldly, sadly descends The autumn evening. The Field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of witherd leaves, and the elms, Fade into dimness apace, Silent;hardly a shout From a few boys late at their play!

Matthew Arnold

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