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

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

The great difficulty lies in trying to transpose last night’s moment to a day which has no knowledge of it.

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

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

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

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

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

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?

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

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

I’ve dreamed enough to have a drink.

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