It's useless to play lullabies for those who cannot sleep.

It's useless to play lullabies for those who cannot sleep.

Eat, sleep and play bingo.

How happy he whose toil Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd A pleasing lassitude; he not in vain Invokes the gentle Deity of dreams. His pow'rs the most voluptuously dissolve In soft repose; on him the balmy dews Of Sleep with double nutriment descend.

I can't understand why people are frightened of new ideas. I'm frightened of the old ones.

It is better to make a piece of music than to perform one, better to perform one than to listen to one, better to listen to one than to misuse it as a means of distraction, entertainment, or acquisition of ''culture.''