“Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.”

“I grew up in those years when the Old West was passing and the New West was emerging. It was a time when we still heard echoes and already saw shadows, on moonlit nights when the coyotes yapped on the hilltops, and on hot summer afternoons when mirages shimmered, dust devils spun across the flats, and towering cumulus clouds sailed like galleons across the vast blueness of the sky. Echoes of remembrance of what men once did there, and visions of what they would do together.”

“Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable...the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street...by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.”

“Year's end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.”

“A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart. ”

“A snowdrift is a beautiful thing-if it doesn't lie across the path you have to shovel or block the road that leads to your destination.”

“Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.”