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Le Bonheur! Sa dent, douce à la mort, m'avertissait au chant du coq, — ad matutinum, au Christus venit, — dans les plus sombres villes.
We are never the same with others as when we are alone. We are different, even when we are in the dark.
Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
Black is a color of light, not of darkness.
The writer’s task is to illuminate the darkness.
There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast.
The poet's mission is to illuminate the darkness.
The light of truth will eventually pierce the darkness.
What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!
The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
Literature is the exploration of the human soul in all its darkness and light.
