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Whenever I find myself growing
grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November
in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before
coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral
I meet...then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as
I can. Herman Melville
In a real dark night of the
soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Let judges secretly despair
of justice: their verdicts will be more acute. Let generals secretly
despair of triumph; killing will be defamed. Let priests secretly
despair of faith: their compassion will be true.
Leonard Cohen
Man dies of cold, not of darkness.
Miguel de Unamuno
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