“As the leaf takes its time finding the ground so must I.”

“I am covered with fine gold," said the Prince, "you must take it off, leaf by leaf, and give it to my poor.”

“Have you ever watched a leaf leave a tree? It falls upward first, and then it drifts toward the ground, just as I find myself drifting towards you.”

“A withered maple leaf has left its branch and is falling to the ground; its movements resemble those of a butterfly in flight. Isn't it strange? The saddest and deadest of things is yet so like the gayest and most vital of creatures?”

“It's a bit undignified to get into, but it's verra easy to take off""How do you get into it?" I asked curiously."Well, ye lay it out on the ground, like this" -he knelt, spreading the cloth so that it lined the leaf-strewn hollow- "and then ye pleat it every few inches, lie down on it, and row."I burst out laughing, and sank to my knees, helping to smooth the thick tartan wool.”

“One of the things that makes a dead leaf fall to the ground is the bud of the new leaf that pushes it off the limb.”