Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits. – Samuel Butler, The Way of All Flesh [written in the context of aging —t&#9

[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

Around and around the house the leaves fall thick—but never fast, for they come circling down with a dead lightness that is sombre and slow. Let the gardener sweep and sweep the turf as he will, and press the leaves into full barrows, and wheel them off, still they lie ankle-deep. – Charles Dickens, Bleak House

Ah, yes, autumn, when the trees blush at the thought of stripping naked in public. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com