“The night sky lies so sprent with stars that there is scarcely space of black at all and they fall all night in bitter arcs and it is so that their numbers are no less.”

“And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night... You, only you, will have stars that can laugh at night...”

“..because when we look up into the sky at night there will be no darkness, just the blazing light of billions and billions of stars, all falling.”

“All through the night, men looked at the sky and were saddened by the stars.”

“Stars, everywhere. So many stars that I could not for the life me understand how the sky could contain them all yet be so black.”

“It was a stern night landscape. The sound of the freezing of snow over the land seemed to roar deep into the earth. There was no moon. The stars, almost too many of them to be true, came forward so brightly that it was as if they were falling with the swiftness of the void. As the stars came nearer, the sky retreated deeper and deeper into the night clolour. The layers of the Border Range, indistinguishable one from another, cast their heaviness at the skirt of the starry sky in a blackness grave and somber enough to communicate their mass. The whole of the night scene came together in a clear, tranquil harmony.”