“The angels of the dark, restoring sight; We go — the pains of Day to soothe, console — Awake, arise! Behold thou art made whole.”

We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.

Euthanasia” is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.

For life be, after all, only a waitin’ for somethin’ else than what we’re doin’; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.

Take me away from all this Death.

We learn of great things by little experiences.

Faith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.

There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.

We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.

But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.

We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!

I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.

Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.

Then they will see that, perhaps, they too have some of the same fault in themselves – although perhaps it does not come out in the same way – and then they must try to conquer that fault.

Though sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.

I have learned not to think little of any one’s belief, no matter how strange it may be. I have tried to keep an open mind, and it is not the ordinary things of life that could close it, but the strange things, the extraordinary things, the things that make one doubt if they be mad or sane.

No man knows where the Castle of King Death is. All men and women, boys and girls, and even little wee children should so live that when they have to enter the Castle and see the grim King, they may not fear to behold his face.

Television knows no night. It is perpetual day. TV embodies our fear of the dark, of night, of the other side of things.

There’s a spirit in anything, I think, into which we weave our soul. Not many pilots talk about it, but they think about it in the quiet dark of a night flight.

I can better trust those who helped to relieve the gloom of my dark hours than those who are so ready to enjoy with me the sunshine of my prosperity.

Theology is never any help; it is searching in a dark cellar at midnight for a black cat that isn’t there.

My wife was afraid of the dark… then she saw me naked and now she’s afraid of the light.

The Dark Side of the Moon is a fine album with a textural and conceptual richness that not only invites, but demands involvement.

There will always be those who must look into the dark in order to see.

In a world of fixed future, life is an infinite corridor of rooms, one room lit at each moment, the next room dark but prepared.