I like best of all autumn, because its leaves are a
little yellow, its tone mellower, its colors richer, and it is tinged a
little with sorrow and a premonition of death. Its golden richness
speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor of the power of summer, but
of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the
limitations of life and is content. From a knowledge of those
limitations and its richness of experience emerges a symphony of colors,
richer than all, its green speaking of life and strength, its orange
speaking of golden content and its purple of resignation and death."
~Lin Yutang
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