Daylight does not lend itself to terror: objects and people are plain to see; and we encounter there only those things which dare to show themselves in the glare of day. But night, opaque night denser than walls, night, empty and infinite and so black and fathomless that terrifying things reach out and touch us, night when we feel horror stirring, mysteriously prowling__ight seemed to him to hide some unknown, imminent, threatening danger. What could it be?

There are some days we can claim and there are other days that claim us.

The evil should end one for all.

We create our fate every day . . . most of the ills we suffer from are directly traceable to our own behavior.

Stop waiting for the perfect day or the perfect moment... Take THIS day, THIS moment and lead it to perfection.

Even a little adventure in the day will make that day a real day!