The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.
An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.
In my afternoon walk I would fain forget all my morning occupations and my obligations to society.
The sun is but a morning star.
To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning.
I have a great deal of company in the house, especially in the morning when nobody calls.
Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.