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After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. After every storm, there comes clear, open slies.
After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. After every storm, there comes clear, open slies.
Don't sleep too much. If you sleep 3 hours less each night for a year, you will have an extra read more
Don't sleep too much. If you sleep 3 hours less each night for a year, you will have an extra month and a half to succeed in.
Make sure you never, never argue at night. You just lose a good night's sleep, and you can't settle anything read more
Make sure you never, never argue at night. You just lose a good night's sleep, and you can't settle anything until morning anyway.
Most people do not consider dawn to be an attractive experience - unless they are still up.
Most people do not consider dawn to be an attractive experience - unless they are still up.
Las Vegas looks the way you'd imagine heaven must look at night.
Las Vegas looks the way you'd imagine heaven must look at night.
Think of your own faults the first part of the night when you are awake, and the faults of others read more
Think of your own faults the first part of the night when you are awake, and the faults of others the latter part of the night when you are asleep
The night is bright, with a starlit sky, I sit and think, as time passes by. Oh starry night, with read more
The night is bright, with a starlit sky, I sit and think, as time passes by. Oh starry night, with a moonlit sky, take me away, and tell me why. Give me a reason, for love's end, give me a reason, for why I lost a friend. I sit and think, all night l
'Tis the witching hour of night,
Orbed is the moon and bright,
And the stars they glisten, read more
'Tis the witching hour of night,
Orbed is the moon and bright,
And the stars they glisten, glisten,
Seeming with bright eyes to listen-
For what listen they?
A late lark twitters from the quiet skies:
And from the west,
Where the sun, his day's read more
A late lark twitters from the quiet skies:
And from the west,
Where the sun, his day's work ended,
Lingers as in content,
There falls on the old, gray city
An influence luminous and serene,
A shining peace.