"There is an hour of the Indian night, a little before the glimmer of the dawn, when the stars are unbelievably clear and closer, shining with the radiance beyond our belief in this foggy land.
The trees stand silent wround one with a friendly presence. As yet there is no sound from the awakening birds, but the whole world seems to be intent, alive, listening, eager. At such a moment
the veil between the things that are seen and the things that are unseen becomes so thin as to interpose scarcely any barrier at all between the eternal beauty and truth and the soul which would
comprehend them."-John Hayland