Only the unknown frightens men. But once a man has faced the unknown, >>
Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When >>
Transport of the mails, transport of the human voice, transport of fli >>
Night is a dead monotonous period under a roof; but in the open world >>
Press close bare-bosomed night -- press close magnetic nourishing nigh >>
Shadows fall on even the brightest hours. >>
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.