The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.

The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.

At night you can't tell the difference. You don't have time to think whether it is real or not.

Because when I have been busy at the United Nations during crises, it has meant working day and night.

People die . . . so love them every day.
Beauty fades . . . so look before it's gone.
Love changes . . . but not the love you give.
And if you love, you'll never be alone.

Don't let a three-o'clock-at-night feeling fog your soul.