"Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!"
"All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken."
"Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower."
"Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all."
"October is crisp days and cool nights, a time to curl up around the dancing flames and sink into a good book."