“The Summer had died peacefully in its sleep, and Autumn, as soft-spoken executrix, was locking life up safely until Spring came to claim it.”

“To think that the affairs of this life always remain in the same state is a vain presumption; indeed they all seem to be perpetually changing and moving in a circular course. Spring is followed by summer, summer by autumn, and autumn by winter, which is again followed by spring, and so time continues its everlasting round. But the life of man is ever racing to its end, swifter than time itself, without hope of renewal, unless in the next that is limitless and infinite.”

“South Carolina is in the spring a paradise, in the summer a hell, and in the autumn a hospital.”

“Winter is dead; spring is crazy; summer is cheerful and autumn is wise!”

“No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face."[The Autumnal]”

“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.”