Discovering Who I Am

I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because it’s leaves are a little yellow, it’s tone mellower, it’s colors richer, and it is tinged a little with sorrow. It’s 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 is content.

–Lin Yutang