Sleep!There is hunting in heaven --Sleep safe till tomorrow.

I was not only hunting for my liberty, but also hunting for my name.

It came to him that he had turned away from the buffalo not because of a womanish nausea at blood and stench and spilling gut; it came to him that he had sickened and turned away because of his shock at seeing the buffalo, a few moments before proud and noble and full of the dignity of life, now stark and helpless, a length of inert meat, divested of itself, or his notion of its self, swinging grotesquely, mockingly, before him. It was not itself; or it was not that self that he had imagined it to be. That self was murdered; and in that murder he had felt the destruction of something within him, and he had not been able to face it. So he had turned away.

My father, now in heaven, is a keeper of the birds. And his eye is on his sparrow.

My father, now in heaven, is a keeper of the birds. And his eye is on his sparrow

Whoever drinks beer, he is quick to sleep; whoever sleeps long, does not sin; whoever does not sin, enters Heaven! Thus, let us drink beer!