When I dance, I dance; when I sleep, I sleep.
Life is a sleep and love is its dream; and you have lived if you have loved.
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As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.
Sleep and Death are twin brothers.
Sleep is the best meditation.
Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
Sleep and watchfulness, both of them, when immoderate, constitute disease.
The waking have one common world, but the sleeping turn aside each into a world of his own.
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
Man has to awaken to wonder - and so perhaps do peoples. Science is a way of sending him to sleep again.
A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning.
The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows.
Man should forget his anger before he lies down to sleep.
Light had its allotted time; but timeless and infinite is the reign of the night − the duration of sleep eternal.
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