Sleep is to a man what winding up is to a clock.

Put off thy cares with thy clothes; so shall thy rest strengthen thy labor, and so thy labor sweeten thy rest.

The night rinses what the day hath soaped.

Thank God for sleep! And when you cannot sleep, still thank Him that you live to lie awake.

Sleep ... peace of the soul, who puttest care to flight.

Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.

Sleep is the brother of death.

Providence has given us hope and sleep as a compensation for the many cares of life.

I've always thought sleep was a wonderful invention. Not that being awake isn't nice too, of course. But when I get up in the morning, I think, boy, only fourteen more hours and I can be back to sleep again ... And I never dream, because it distracts my mind from pure sleeping ...

Maybe it's because I sleep slow.

Sleep is pain's easiest salve, and doth fulfill All offices of death, except to kill.

Oh sleep! It is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole!

Now blessings light on him that first invented this same sleep. It covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak.

Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of Joy.

You would probably not say that he was sleeping the sleep of the just, unless you meant the just asleep, but it was certainly the sleep of someone who was not fooling about when he climbed into bed of a night and turned off the light.

To sleep: perchance to dream.

A sleeping child gives me the impression of a traveler in a very far country.

Heaven trims our lamps while we sleep.

If you are living with a snorer it is important that you learn to 'tune out', otherwise you may find it puts you off your orgasm.

Sleep is still most perfect ... when it is shared with a beloved.