I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?
Up, Sluggard, and waste not life; in the grave will be sleeping enough.
Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.
Sleep is the most innocent creature and sleepless man the most guilty.[Ser Schlaf ist das unschuldigste Wesen und der schlaflose Mensch das schuldigste.]
O magic sleep! O comfortable bird, that broodest o’er the troubled sea of the mind till it is hush’d and smooth!