Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him.
Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end.
I like the cold weather better than the hot weather.
Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a sense of sadness and departure.
Autumn truly is what summer pretends to be: the best of all seasons. It is as glorious as summer is tedious; as subtle as summer is obvious; as refreshing as summer is wearying. Autumn seems like paradise.
Apart from anything else, I find boots are too hot except in wintry weather. At home I usually wear a sweater, shirt and slacks.
Autumn's the mellow time.
I love the fall. I love it because of the smells that you speak of; and also because things are dying, things that you don't have to take care of anymore, and the grass stops growing.
I love fall! Fall is, like, one of my favorite seasons.
The fall is my favorite time of year. I love the colors. The sun is out, you get warmth on your skin but there's the coolness of the breeze. It's really comfortable.
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October.
In my perfect world order, it is cold all the time. Everyone wears sweaters and drinks coffee. People don't speak to each other; they read the newspaper. There is no loud music, and cats are in charge.
What of October, that ambiguous month, the month of tension, the unendurable month?
Fall is my favorite season in Los Angeles, watching the birds change color and fall from the trees.
I love September, especially when we're in it.
I can love October in September. September doesn’t care.
There is one thing I do miss in L.A. I love autumn.
