Joe L. Wheeler quotes:

There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.

There is something deep within us that sobs at endings. Why, God, does everything have to end? Why does all nature grow old? Why do spring and summer have to go~?

Man's glory lies not, Lincoln thought, in 'his goodness,' for this is often nonexistent. He derives glory, instead, from his being made in the image of the Living God.

Lincoln grew immeasurably as he came to think of himself as an "instrument of God's will.

Time remorselessly rambles down the corridors and streets of our lives. but it is not until autumn that most of us become aware that our tickets are stamped with a terminal destination.

Love may precede respect but it cannot survive the loss of it.