Truly, were I every evening to depict sunrise, and every morning to see it, still I should cry, like the children, Once more, once more! – Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, Hesperus, or Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography,

It was very dark; but in the murky sky there were masses of cloud which shone with a lurid light, like monstrous heaps of copper that had been heated in a furnace, and were growing cold. – Charles Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit, Chapter XLII

Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love, to work, to play, and to look up at the stars. – Henry Van Dyke

I suppose there were moonless nights and dark ones with but a silver shaving and pale stars in the sky, but I remember them all as flooded with the rich indolence of a full moon. – Willa Sibert Cather