There are night stories that daylight doesn't know!

Nights through dreams tell the myths forgotten by the day.

El sueño de la noche no nos pertenece. No es nuestra propiedad. Para nosotros es un raptor, el más desconcertante de los raptores: nos arrebata nuestro ser. Las noches no tienen historia. No se ligan unas a otras. Y cuando se ha vivido mucho, cuando ya se han vivido unas veinte mil noches, nunca sabemos en qué noche antigua, muy antigua, hemos partido hacia el sueño. La noche no tiene futuro. Sin duda, hay noches menos negras en las que nuestro ser del días vive aún bastante como para negociar con sus recuerdos.

Some stories are true that never happened.

We of the night will know many things of which you sleepers will never dream.

(...) e então que homem é o senhor que se envergonha das verdades que solta e que não se atreve a manter á luz do dia as opiniões que redigiu na escuridão da noite?

Oh! how many actions, how many fabulous exploits
Remain without glory in the midst of the night.

Will the day tell its secret before it disappears, becomes timeless night.

History, the proverb says, is made at night. The European civil servant normally sleeps at night. What waits in his IN basket to confront him at nine in the morning is history.

You know the day destroys the night, Night divides the day, Tried to run — Tried to hide — Break on through to the other side!

Many who have learned
from Hesiod the countless names
of gods and monsters
never understand
that night and day are one

There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.

I know the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started.

Is there beyond the silent night An endless day?
Is death a door that leads to light? We cannot say.