Shadow owes its birth to light.
—John Gay (1685–1732) English Poet, Dramatist
I love night more than day–she is so lovely; But I love night the most because she brings My love to me in dreams which scarcely lie
—Philip James Bailey (1816–1902) English Poet
Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.
—Lucy Maud Montgomery (1874–1942) Canadian Novelist, Diarists
The Night in Isla Negra
—Pablo Neruda (1904–73) Chilean Poet, Diplomat, Political leader
Under thy mantle black, there hidden lie, light-shunning theft, and traitorous intent, abhorred bloodshed, and vile felony, shameful deceit, and danger imminent, foul horror, and eke hellish dreriment.
—Edmund Spenser (1552–99) English Poet
Night is a stealthy, evil Raven, Wrapt to the eyes in his black wings.
—Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836–1907) American Poet, Novelist, Traveler, Editor
I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does.
—Jorge Luis Borges (1899–1986) Argentine Writer, Essayist, Poet
Quiet night, that brings rest to the laborer, is the outlaw’s day, in which he rises early to do wrong, and when his work is ended, dares not sleep.
—Philip Massinger (1583–1640) English Dramatist
The night is made for tenderness so still that the low whisper, scarcely audible, is heard like music, and so deeply pure that the fond thought is chastened as it springs and on the lip is made holy.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis (1806–67) American Poet, Playwright, Essayist