Living is an ailment that is relieved every sixteen hours by sleep. A palliative. Death is the cure.

I curse the night, yet doth from day me hide.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.

Never greet a stranger in the night, for he may be a demon.

What a man does abroad by night requires and implies more deliberate energy than what he is encouraged to do in the sunshine.

The things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist.

Each night’s new terror drives away the terror of the night before.

The twilight is the crack between the worlds.

The law is not the same at morning and at night.

Darkness endows the small and ordinary ones among mankind with poetical power.

When night in her rusty dungeon has imprisoned our eyesight, and that we are shut separately in our chambers from resort, the devil keeps his audit in our sin-guilty consciences.

To know the abyss of the darkness and not to fear it, to entrust oneself to it and whatever may arise from it—what greater gift?