Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Sleep, to the homeless thou art home; the friendless find in thee a friend.
Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher’s the poet’s equal there.
Health is the first muse, and sleep is the condition to produce it.
Never hurry. Take plenty of exercise. Always be cheerful. Take all the sleep you need.
Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree.
There are two types of people in this world: good and bad. The good sleep better, but the bad seem to enjoy the waking hours much more.
Blessings on him who first invented sleep. It covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak. It is meat for the hungry, drink for the thirsty, heat for the cold, and cold for the hot. It makes the shepherd equal to the monarch, and the fool to the wise. There is but […]
Old age brings along with its uglinesses the comfort that you will soon be out of it, which ought to be a substantial relief to such discontented pendulums as we are. To be out of the war, out of debt, out of the drouth, out of the blues, out of the dentist’s hands, out of […]
An old man sleeps. The house-fly goes, tasting the salt-lick of his nose.