“Come to me in my dreams, and thenBy day I shall be well again!For so the night will more than payThe hopeless longings of the day.”
“Night always turns to day again as long as the sun shall rise, so shall it be for darkened dreams grown pale from compromise”
“Why is this,” she asked, again in that dreamy tone, “so much more real than that? One’s night, one’s day, why is this so much more real? That I can’t forget the things from the day, and I can’t remember the things from the night?”
“I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.”
“Aure entuluva! day shall come again!”
“My days and nights were one long, quiet, continuously contained dream of teror, tension, and anxiety. I wondered how long I could bear it.”