It is a lovely night, and they are much to be pitied who have not been taught to feel, in some degree, as you do; who have not, at least, been given a taste for Nature in early life. They lose a great deal.
I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness.
The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets successfully through many a bad night.
Night is real. Night is not an absence of light, but in fact, it is daytime that is a brief respite from the looming darkness…