Living is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hours. It's a palliative. The remedy is death.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
For a man who has done his natural duty, death is as natural as sleep.
Life is something to do when you can't get to sleep.
Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.
Life isn't a 24/7 merry go round. If it were, you wouldn't get the 7 hours of sleep necessary to keep you fit and sane.
Sleeping is like meditation: it's good to rest the body but also to shut the mind down for a bit.
Sleep is the interest we have to pay on the capital which is called in at death; and the higher the rate of interest and the more regularly it is paid, the further the date of redemption is postponed.
The condition of sleep is profoundly contradictory. It is a precious good... but it is a good like none other, because to obtain it, one must seemingly give up the imperative to have it.
Sleep is that golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.
I've learned to live without sleep.
Sleep - death without dying - living, but not life.