It's better to light a candle then to curse the darkness.

There is a wide, yawning black infinity. In every direction, the extension is endless; the sensation of depth is overwhelming. And the darkness is immortal. Where light exists, it is pure, blazing, fierce; but light exists almost nowhere, and the blackness itself is also pure and blazing and fierce.

We sometimes hear of things that can travel faster than light. Something called 'the speed of thought' is occasionally proffered. This is an exceptionally silly notion especially since the speed of impulses through the neutrons in our brain is about the same as the speed of a donkey cart.

Inside all of us is a light, but some beacons are darker than others, and some are so dark they never realize they are a form of light at all.

When you make the finding yourself - even if you're the last person on Earth to see the light - you'll never forget it.

The door closed and darkness claimed the room.