“A horrible night might be hidden in a beautiful morning!”

“Once it happened, as I lay awake at night, that I suddenly spoke in verses, in verses so beautiful and strange that I did not venture to think of writing them down, and then in the morning they vanished; and yet they lay hidden within me like the hard kernel within an old brittle husk.”

“They say night's beauties fade at dawn, and the children of wine are oft disowned in the morning light.”

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

“We love the morning, because we know that there will be night soon! We love the night, because we know that there will be morning soon! Who loves the morning if there shall be no night? Who loves the night if there shall be no morning?”

“It's not morning until you're awake. And it's not night until you're asleep in your bed under my roof. And I could go on and on but hope is a horrible thing, and I love you too much to give you any.”