The sun was like a great visiting presence that stimulated and took its due from all animal energy. When it flung wide its cloak and stepped down over the edge of the fields at evening, it left behind it a spent and exhausted world.
Author: Willa Cather (1876-1947)
Profession: American Author
The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
Author: Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891)
Profession: French Poet
The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.
Author: Wallace Stevens (1879-1955)
Profession: American Poet
The sun is but a morning star.
Author: Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
Profession: American Essayist, Poet, Naturalist
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.
Author: Oscar Wilde (1856-1900)
Profession: British Author, Wit