Night is a time to forget the outward world and to hold communion with the beings of the mind.
Night is a dead monotonous period under a roof... but in the open world it passes lightly, with its stars and dews and perfumes, and the hours are marked by changes in the face of nature. What seems a kind of temporal death to people choked between walls and curtains, is only a light and living slumber to the man who sleeps afield.
Night is friendly and familiar out in the country, but in a city, with its blaze of lights, it is unnatural, hostile and menacing like a monstrous vulture that hovers, biding its time.
Night is a temporal death under a roof... but in the open world, with its stars and dews and perfumes, it passes lightly as the hours are marked by changes in the face of nature.