“We fear to trust our wings. We plume and feather them, but dare not throw our weight upon them. We cling too often to the perch.” ~Charles Newcomb Baxter
“The time of the falling leaves has come again. Once more in our morning walk we tread upon carpets of gold and crimson, of brown and bronze, woven by the winds or the rains out of these delicate textures while we slept.” ~John Burroughs
“… the difference between good and evil… It’s very thin, it’s made of something very flimsy… and if you cross it, it really starts to blur where fair becomes foul and foul becomes fair.” ~Harlan Coben