Don't you dare come into my world and tell me what color the ocean is! It's black. Black as midnight. Black and awful!

No matter our talent, we all know in the midnight of our souls that 90 percent of what we do is less than our best.

Midnight! the outpost of advancing day!The frontier town and citadel of night!The watershed of Time, from which the streamsOf Yesterday and To-morrow take their way,One to the land of promise and of light,One to the land of darkness and of dreams!

At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.