When wilt thou leave fighting o' days and foining o' nights, and begin to patch up thine old body for heaven?
(William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Doll Tearsheet, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 2, sc. 4, l. 231-3.
To Falstaff, who has just driven Ancient Pistol out of doors; "foining" means fornicating.)
Invariably our best nights were those when it rained, for then we were not troubled with mosquitoes.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. "The Allegash and East Branch" (1864) in The Maine Woods (1864), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 3, p. 265, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
For my father, who used to sit, hour after hour, night after night, outside our house in Africa, watching the stars "Well," he would say, "if we blow ourselves up, there's plenty more where we came from!"
(Doris Lessing (b. 1919), British novelist. Dedication, Shikasta, Knopf (1979).)
It's like the doctor was just telling me, "Delirium is a disease of the night." Good night.
(Billy Wilder (b. 1906), Austrian-born U.S., and Charles Brackett (1892-1969), U.S. screenwriter. Bim (Frank Faylen), The Lost Weekend, to Don (Ray Milland), who is spending his first night in an alcoholic ward (1945).)