More heavenly than those flashing stars seem to us the endless eyes that the night opens up within us.

The sleeping brain has eyes that give us light; we can never see our destiny by day.

But even more heavenly than the flashing
stars are those infinite eyes which the night opens within us, and which see further even than the palest of those
innumerable hosts.

I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.

Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.

The night has a thousand eyes and the day only one.

I don't know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.

What makes night within us may leave stars.

The average man looks up at night And sees thousands and thousands, of twinkling stars, Each different from the others. But a man of wisdom and achievement, Perceives the one light, Behind the dark dome of the night-sky, Whose incandescence peeps at us, Through all the holes in the night-dome!!

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me want to dream.

May the stars watch over you.

For my part, I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream in the same simple way as I dream about the black dots representing towns and villages on a map.

In sleep I heard the northern gleams;
The stars they were among my dreams;
In sleep did I behold the skies