Night is certainly more novel and less profane than day.

Shams and delusions are esteemed for soundest truths, while reality is fabulous. If men would steadily observe realities only, and not allow themselves to be deluded, life ... would be like a fairy tale and the Arabian Nights' Entertainments.

Few, if any, creatures are equally active all night.

Many men walk by day; few walk by night. It is a different season.

The silence sings. It is musical. I remember a night when it was audible. I heard the unspeakable.