Quotes About Transition

Here I got rid of one of the most troublesome parts of my load — trading my venerable and battered Winchester rifle for a splendid new Colt's six-shooter with all its trappings — a perfect weapon which has since seen me through many a "close call." The exchange was a most welcome relief, and as for effectiveness, I soon got so handy with the new arm that there was no need for the rifle.

Life is a series of little deaths out of which life always returns.

It may be that our society is only passing through a period of ugly transition, but the present evil has its root deep down in the social organization, and springs from a diseased public opinion.

People are very open-minded about new things--as long as they're exactly like the old ones.

To design the future effectively, you must first let go of your past.

Evolution: that last step was a doozy!

The next evolutionary step for humankind is to move from human to kind.

As long as you're green, you're growing; as soon as you're ripe, you start to rot.

Life: The interval between the time your teeth are almost through and you are almost through with your teeth.

February is merely as long as is needed to pass the time until March.

Indeed, let us not forget, But also let us not dwell.

Adulthood is when the ghosts of childhood appear.

Menopause is just Puberty's evil older sister.

They're not hot flashes — they're power surges.

A setting sun still whispers a promise for tomorrow.

October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellations above them once again.

October is a mighty month...

October's Autumn casts a gentle light and a calm serenity before the stark barrenness of Winter is born to November

Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul... but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October.

Mother Nature is wonderful. Children get too old for piggy-back rides just about the same time they get too heavy for them.

When you leave New York, you are merely camping out.

A prose-writer gets tired of writing prose, and wants to be a poet. So he begins every line with a capital letter, and keeps on writing prose.

...the swirling autumn leaves of a poet's dying words...

Poetry touches upon the entire spectrum, from lost to found — and sometimes back again.