Night

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline

Is there not A tongue in every star that talks with man,And wooes him to be wise? nor wooes in vain;This dead of midnight is the noon of thought,And wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.~Anna Letitia Barbauld, A Summer Evening's Meditation

There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. ~George Carlin, Brain Droppings, 1997

There they stand, the innumerable stars, shining in order like a living hymn, written in light. ~N.P. Willis

Moonlight is sculpture. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne

When the moon, after covering herself with darkness as in sorrow, at last throws off the garments of her widowhood, she does not at once expose herself impudently to the public gaze; but for a time remains veiled in a transparent cloud, till she gradually acquires courage to endure the looks and admiration of beholders. ~Augustus William Hare and Julius Charles Hare,
Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers, 1827