The sky was a midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water, and the moon seemed to lie on it like a water-lily, floating forward with an invisible current. – Willa Sibert Cather

God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars. – Author unknown, commonly attributed to Martin Luther

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,

Look out into the July night, and see the broad belt of silver flame which flashes up the half of heaven, fresh and delicate as the bonfires of the meadow-flies. Yet the powers of numbers cannot compute its enormous age,—lasting as space and time,—embosomed in time and space. – Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Progress of Culture”