Dawn, n.: The time when men of reason go to bed.
My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first, being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.
Burton’s “Anatomy of Melancholy”, he said, was the only book that ever took him out of bed two hours sooner than he wished to be.
Personally I am a great believer in bed, in constantly keeping horizontal. The heart and everything else goes slower and the whole system is refreshed.
But someone came to me and said “The little fishes are in bed.” I said to him, and I said it plain “Then you must wake them up again.” I said it very loud and clear, I went and shouted in his ear. But he was very stiff and proud, He said “You needn’t shout […]
No civilized person ever goes to bed the same day he gets up.
Did you ever sleep at the foot of the bed? When the weather was a-whizzin’cold, When the wind was whistlin’around the house, And the moon was as “yeller” as gold? You give your good warm mattress up To Aunt Lizzy and Uncle Fred, Too many kinfolks on a bad night, So you went to the […]
For Fang, getting out of bed in the morning is a career move.
O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head!
If a bed would tell all it knows, it would put many to the blush.