The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.
Nature expects a full grown man to accept the two black voids, fore and aft, as stolidly as he accepts the extraordinary visions in between. Imagination the supreme delight of the immortal and immature, should be limited. In order to enjoy life, we should not enjoy it too much.
- Nabokov