God has mercifully ordered that the human brain works slowly; first the blow, hours afterwards the bruise.

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.

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")