Science has explained nothing; the more we know the more fantastic the world becomes and the profounder the surrounding darkness.

And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.

'Darkness on the Edge of Town' came out of a huge body of work that had tons of very happy songs.

A man can no more diminish God's glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell.

As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.

Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. It is far better take things as they come along with patience and equanimity.

Understanding does not cure evil, but it is a definite help, inasmuch as one can cope with a comprehensible darkness.

Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.

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.

Give light, and the darkness will disappear of itself.