William Cullen BryantThinkers

Autumn is the melancholy days, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere.

Autumn is the year’s last, loveliest smile.

Change is important — Weep not that the world changes-did it keep A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.

Difficulty is the nurse of greatness.

Eloquence is the poetry of prose.

Ephemerality is beautiful — Loveliest of lovely things are they, On earth, that soonest pass away.

The Forest is god's first temples.

The Grove is God's first temple.

Hunger is brutal — No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.

Music is not merely a study, it is an entertainment ; wherever there is music there is a throng of listeners.

October is when woods begin to wear the crimson leaf, and suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.