In sleep we are living corpses, we are the prey of an unknown power which seizes us in spite of ourselves, and shows itself in the oddest shapes.
I shall need to sleep three weeks on end to get rested from the rest I’ve had.
Error is related to truth as sleep to waking.
Daytime sleep is like the sin of the flesh: the more you have the more you want, and yet you feel unhappy, sated and unsated at the same time.
Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.
And thus by sleeping little, and reading much, the moisture of his brain was exhausted to that degree that at last he lost the use of his reason.
“Age is my alarm clock,” the old man said. “Why do old men wake so early? Is it to have one longer day?” “I don’t know,” the boy said. “All I know is that young boys sleep late and hard.”
