The night is a time of truth, when masks fall and souls are laid bare.
One of the strongest motives that lead men to art and science, is escape from everyday life with its painful crudity and hopeless dreariness, such men make this cosmos and its construction in the pivot of their emotional life, in ordered to find the peace and the security, which they cannot find in the narrow whirlpool of personal experience.
Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever.