Report, if you have a problem with this page“ A moral character is attached to autumnal scenes; the leaves falling like our years, the flowers fading like our hours, the clouds fleeting like our illusions, the light diminishing like our intelligence, the sun growing colder like our affections, the rivers becoming frozen like our lives--all bear secret relations to our destinies. ”
François-René de Chateaubriand
From : Mémoires d'Outre-Tombe