Living is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hours. It's a palliative. The remedy is death.

The most wasted day of all is that on which we have not laughed.

It must be admitted that there are some parts of the soul which we must entirely paralyse before we can live happily in this world.

Living is a disease from which sleep gives us relief eight hours a day.

Scandal is an importunate wasp, against which we must make no movement unless we are quite sure that we can kill it; otherwise it will return to the attack more furious than ever.

Sleep - Death without dying - living, but not life.