Such days of autumnal decline hold a strange mystery which adds to the gravity of all our moods. Every step that Time takes imprints upon the fields as they grow bare and brown… – Charles Nodier, Trilby, ou le lutin d’Argail/Trilby: The Fairy of Argyle,

[O]n hill and valley and stream, is lain the spell of silence; and the deep stillness of the air is unbroken… – Elizabeth J. Eames, “An Autumn Reverie,” October 1840

Fiery colors begin their yearly conquest of the hills, propelled by the autumn winds. Fall is the artist. – Animal Crossing: Wild World (Nintendo video game) written by Takayuki Ikkaku, Ar

Just as a painter needs light in order to put the finishing touches to his picture, so I need an inner light, which I feel I never have enough of in the autumn. – Leo Tolstoy, to Nikolay Strakhov