Make sure you never, never argue at night. You just lose a good night's sleep, and you can't settle anything read more

Make sure you never, never argue at night. You just lose a good night's sleep, and you can't settle anything until morning anyway.

Night time is really the best time to work. All the ideas are there to be yours because everyone else read more

Night time is really the best time to work. All the ideas are there to be yours because everyone else is asleep.

Think of your own faults the first part of the night when you are awake, and the faults of others read more

Think of your own faults the first part of the night when you are awake, and the faults of others the latter part of the night when you are asleep

But we that have but span-long life,
The thicker must lay on the pleasure;
And since time read more

But we that have but span-long life,
The thicker must lay on the pleasure;
And since time will not stay,
We'll add night to the day,
Thus, thus we'll fill the measure.

Night is a stealthy, evil Raven,
Wrapt to the eyes in his black wings.

Night is a stealthy, evil Raven,
Wrapt to the eyes in his black wings.

There's no night without stars.

There's no night without stars.

The man who has seen the rising moon break out of the clouds at midnight has been present like an read more

The man who has seen the rising moon break out of the clouds at midnight has been present like an archangel at the creation of light and of the world

The smoke ascends
In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires
Shine and are changed. In the valley
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The smoke ascends
In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires
Shine and are changed. In the valley
Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun
Closing his benediction,
Sinks, and the darkening air
Thrills with the sense of the triumphing night,--
Night with train of stars
And her great gift of sleep.

A late lark twitters from the quiet skies:
And from the west,
Where the sun, his day's read more

A late lark twitters from the quiet skies:
And from the west,
Where the sun, his day's work ended,
Lingers as in content,
There falls on the old, gray city
An influence luminous and serene,
A shining peace.