stars

“He lay on his back in his blankets and looked our where the quartermoon lay cocked over the heel of the mountains.  In the false blue dawn the Pleiades seemed to be rising up into the darkness above the world and dragging all the stars away, the great diamond of Orion and Cepella and the signature of Cassiopeia all rising up through the phosphorous dark like a sea-net.  He lay a long time listening to the others breathing in their sleep while he contemplated the wildness about him, the wildness within.”   
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses


“If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature and Selected Essays