In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.
I have this theory- that if we're told we're bad, then that's the only ideal we'll ever have.
The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.