“May Morning, as the proverb runs, appear
Bearing glad tidings from his mother Night!”

“Guided by His wisdom, strong in His strength, there maybe for you struggle and suffering, the darkness and the storm. "The disciple is not above His Master." There may be weeping that shall endure for a night, but joy shall come in the morning. If the night cometh, so also the morning, "a morning without clouds," the morning of an eternal day.”

“His bow, a light burden for glad shoulders, the boy Hylas bears.”
Tela puer facilesque umeris gaudentibus arcus gestat Hylas.

“You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear;
Tomorrow 'ill be the happiest time of all the glad New-year;
Of all the glad New-year, mother, the maddest merriest day,
For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May.”

“Mother Night and May The Darkness Be Merciful!”

“There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep.”

“A wise son maketh a glad father: but a foolish son is the heaviness of his mother.”

“Saying good night to the mountains, the sun throws his most beautiful rays to them, that they may not forget him till the morning.”

“We were running with the night;
Playing in the shadows.
Just you and I,
Till the morning light.”

“For children, father is a luxurious item, - just like beans for the horse…. but mother is everything for the child. The child cannot bear separation from his mother even for a minute.”