I’ve dreamed enough to have a drink.

The twilight is the crack between the worlds.

Dreams have always been my friend, full of information, full of warnings.

It is not right for a ruler who has the nation in his charge, a man with so much on his mind, to sleep all night.

In my dreams I sleep with everybody.

Night affords the most convenient shade for works of darkness.

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?

Some nights are like honey—and some like wine—and some like wormwood.

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.

By night an atheist half believes a God.

After each night we are emptier: our mysteries and our griefs have leaked away into our dreams.

Our entire history is merely the history of the waking life of man; nobody has yet considered the history of his sleeping life.