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

Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hyperion

Night is a world lit by itself. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin

I rise and turn back…. leaving the rest of the world to coyotes who are now running across the mountain together, howling and yipping behind me, calling for the frozen night to come. – Craig Childs, The Animal Dialogues: Uncommon Encounters in the Wild