“Saying good night to the mountains, the sun throws his most beautiful rays to them, that they may not forget him till the morning.”

“turn him into stars and form a constellation in his image. His face will make the heavens so beautiful that the world will fall in love with the night and forget about the garish sun.”

“Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.”

“Every sunset which I witness inspires me with the desire to go to a west as distant and as fair as that into which the Sun goes down. He appears to migrate westward daily and tempt us to follow him. He is the Great Western Pioneer whom the nations follow. We dream all night of those mountain ridges in the horizon, though they may be of vapor only, which were last gilded by his rays.”

“Make morning into a key and throw it into the well,go slowly , my lovely moon, go slowly.let the morning sun forget to rise in the east ,go slowly , my lovely moon, go slowly.”

“Good night, good night, parting is such sweet sorrow,' she whispered'That I shall say good night till it be morrow,' Harry replied.”