What I take from my nights, I add to my days. – Leon de Rotrou, “Vencelas,” translated

The night was clear and frosty, all ebony of shadow and silver of snowy slope; big stars were shining over the silent fields; here and there the dark pointed firs stood up with snow powdering their branches and the wind whistling through them. – L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

Night is the blotting paper for many sorrows. – Author Unknown

[I]t seemed as if the streets were absorbed by the sky, and the night were all in the air. – Charles Dickens, David Copperfield