Whence are thy beams, O sun! t...

Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth, in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou, thyself, movest alone.

~James MacPherson~

The Sun, the hearth of affecti...

The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.

~Arthur Rimbaud~

The sun shines even on the wic...

The sun shines even on the wicked.

~Seneca~

The sun is but a morning star....

The sun is but a morning star.

~Henry David Thoreau, Walden~

Nobody of any real culture, fo...

Nobody of any real culture, for instance, ever talks nowadays about the beauty of sunset. Sunsets are quite old fashioned. To admire them is a distinct sign of provincialism of temperament. Upon the other hand they go on.

~Oscar Wilde~