All day long he brooded on the prospect, and in the twilight went out wandering over the hills.
There was no night there at this season, any more than all the year through in heaven.

Indeed we have seldom real positive night in this world--so many provisions have been made against it.

Every time we say, "What a lovely night!" we speak of a breach, a rift in the old night.

There is light more or less, positive light, else were there no beauty.

Many a night is but a low starry day, a day with a softened background against which the far-off suns of millions of other days show themselves: when the near vision vanishes the farther hope awakes.