“... For such as truly love the world, a thousand years would fade like the dream of one night.”

“In the night's in their thousands to dream the dreams of a child's imaginings, worlds rich or fearful such as might offer themselves but never the one to be.”

“What is life," he asked the maiden, "without love? I would ratherhave this one night with you than another thousand years.”

“If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years how man would marvel and adore.”

“Maybe like the never-ending stories within stories of the One Thousand and One Nights, life is dream within dream all the way through?”

“Ralph Waldo Emerson once asked what we would do if the stars only came out once every thousand years. No one would sleep that night, of course. The world would become religious overnight. We would be ecstatic, delirious, made rapturous by the glory of God. Instead the stars come out every night, and we watch television.”