[T]he sun declined, and we both fell into twilight silence. Night, which in autumn seems to fall from the sky at once, it comes so quickly, chilled us, and we rolled ourselves in our cloaks… – Jules Barbey d’Aurevilly, Les Diaboliques

I am struck by the simplicity of light in the atmosphere in the autumn, as if the earth absorbed none, and out of this profusion of dazzling light came the autumnal tints. – Henry David Thoreau, Oct. 12, 1852

The bright summer had passed away, and gorgeous autumn was flinging its rainbow-tints of beauty on hill and dale. – Cornelia L. Tuthill, “Virginia Dare: Or, the Colony of Roanoke,” 1840