“The nights were blinding cold and casket black and the long reach of the morning had a terrible silence to it.”

“The long black nights, when the moon hides her face, when the stars are afraid, are not so black. The silence that dwells in the forest is not so black. There is nothing in the world so black as thy hair.”

“They walked as it were in a black vapour wrought of veritable darkness itself that, as it was breathed, brought blindness not only to eyes but to the mind, so that even the memory of colours and of forms and of any light faded out of thought. Night had always been, and always would be, and night was all.”

“In the vast reaches of the dry, cold night, thousands of stars were constantly appearing, and their sparkling icicles, loosened at once, began to slip gradually toward the horizon.”

“My soul is calm and clear, like the mountains in the morning. But they think I am cold, and a mocker with terrible jests.”

“Had a long night last night on the other side of the world so he's having a hard time this morning letting his light shine”