Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.

Fatigue is the safest sleeping draught.

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well

Life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning.

When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?

This late age of the world’s experience had bred in them all, all men and women, a well of tears.