Night is the time to see Galilee.

Genessaret under these lustrous stars has nothing repulsive about it.

Genessaret with the glittering reflections of the constellations flecking its surface, almost makes me regret that I ever saw the rude glare of the day upon it.

Its history and its associations are its chiefest charm, in any eyes, and the spells they weave are feeble in the searching light of the sun.

Then, we scarcely feel the fetters.
Our thoughts wander constantly to the practical concerns of life, and refuse to dwell upon things that seem vague and unreal.