“Let me have a draught of undiluted morning air. Morning air! If men will not drink of this at the fountainhead of the day, why, then, we must even bottle up some and sell it in the shops, for the benefit of those who have lost their subscription ticket to morning time in this world.”
“We are living in a ‘one morning’ world; we get up one morning and many things have changed! Tomorrow morning, there will be another ‘one morning!”
“Something in the air this morning made me feel like flying. . . "Spring Flight”
“The morning air was dark with the smoke of burning gods.”
“One morning when the air was misleading and mild with hope....”
“The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.”