Poor sleepers should endeavor to compose themselves. Tampering with empty space, stirring up echoes in pitch-black pits of darkness is scarcely sedative.

("Out Of The Deep")

When I lie where shades of darkness / Shall no more assail mine eyes.

There was still an hour or two of daylight - even though clouds admitted only a greyish light upon the world, and his Uncle Timothy's house was by nature friendly to gloom.

("Out Of The Deep")

An hour's terror is better than a lifetime of timidity.

Do diddle di do, / Poor Jim Jay / Got stuck fast / In Yesterday.

Once a man strays out of the common herd, he's more likely to meet wolves in the thickets than angels.