“I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.”

“By then day had broken everywhere, but here it was still night—no, more than night.”

“Night is certainly more novel and less profane than day.”

“Day and night are nothing more than illusions before our eyes.”

“Theatre has often saved the day for me and that’s why I’ll forever think I’m a theatre actor more than anything else.”

“Think of God more often than thou breathest.”

“Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longings of the day.”

“When it comes to strangers with guns,” I told her, “I think suspicion is more likely to keep you alive than trust.”

“At present I absolutely want to paint a starry sky. It often seems to me that night is still more richly coloured than the day; having hues of the most intense violets, blues and greens. If only you pay attention to it you will see that certain stars are lemon-yellow, others pink or a green, blue and forget-me-not brilliance. And without my expatiating on this theme it is obvious that putting little white dots on the blue-black is not enough to paint a starry sky.”

“Night had come—night that she loved of all times, night in which the reflections in the dark pool of the mind shine more clearly than by day.”