Autumn is a second Spring when every leaf is a flower.

Knowing that certain nights whose sweetness lingers will keep returning to the earth and sea after we are gone, yes, this helps us to die.

Nous nous trompons toujours deux fois sur ceux que nous aimons: d'abord a leur avantage, puis a leur desavantage.

Accepting the absurdity of everything around us is one step, a necessary experience: it should not become a dead end. It arouses a revolt that can become fruit…

In warlike pomp, with banners flowing, The regiments of autumn stood: I saw their gold and scarlet glowing From every hillside, every wood.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.

The earth with yellow pears And overgrown with roses wild Upon the pond is bent, And swans divine, With kisses drunk You drop your heads In the sublimely sober…