"I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So
I like best of all autumn, because its tone is mellower, its colors are
richer, and it is tinged with a little sorrow. Its golden richness speaks
not of the innocence of spring, nor the power of summer, but of the
mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of
life and its content."
- Lin Yutang