Curarum maxima nutrix nox.
(Ovid, Metamorphoses, 8.81-82)

Night is the greatest nurse for troubles.

pron = koo-RAH-room MAK-sih-mah NOO-triks nohks.

Comment: Night seems to afford us a place to consider who we are and
how we feel. And very often what we see and imagine in the night
seems like only a dream in the light of day.

Which is more real? Which is true? Are the dreams and plans
conceived of in the night the truth that the pressures and cares of
daytime eat and chisel away? Or, are the things dreampt and imagined
in the night insubstantial mental frolics that burn away by the light
of truth in the morning?

I'm not sure it matters which position one takes. The reality is that
twice a day there is a moment when night and dark meet, and I suspect
that it is only in that meeting that we each find what is true. To
ignore the balance that the other half of the day brings likely leads
us into places that we will regret later.

That means, we get two reminders each day, technically speaking, to
allow for the opposite of what we consider to be true to speak to us,
inform us, and help us find our way--as the world turns (and that's
not a soap opera!).