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?

We are therefore blessed with powerful minds yet at the same time cursed, not only to die, but to know that we must.

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

Why wait for your happiness to come from your future blessings, when this moment already has all you need to live happily?

What a man thinks of himself, that it is which determines, or rather indicates, his fate.

Fate has this weird way of making your wish come true by supplementing it with ten other spiteful things.