I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?
Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.
Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
As a day well spent procures a happy sleep, so a life well employed procures a happy death.
Up, Sluggard, and waste not life; in the grave will be sleeping enough.