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

I’ve dreamed enough to have a drink.

In my dreams I sleep with everybody.

Night is torment. That is why people go to sleep. To avoid clear sight and torment.

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

The twilight is the crack between the worlds.

At night comes counsel to the wise.

I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night.

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

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

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

Those who are awake have a world that is one and common, but each of those who are asleep turns aside into his own particular world.

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