Every sleepy boy and girl in every bed around the world can hear the stars up in the sky whispering a lullaby. – Mary Chapin Carpenter

The cloud shadows of midnight possess their own repose… – Percy Bysshe Shelley

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree. РAntoine de Saint-Exup̩ry

There is something in the nature of silence which affects me deeply. Why it is I know not; but I do know that I love to be alone at such an hour as this. I love to forget the outward world and hold communion with the beings of the mind. – Charles Lanman, “Musings,” 1840