Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....

Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....

Many things--such as loving, going to sleep, or behaving unaffectedly--are done worst when we try hardest to do them.

Many things--such as loving, going to sleep, or behaving unaffectedly--are done worst when we try hardest to do them.

Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born;
Relive my languish, read more

Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born;
Relive my languish, and restore the light.

To achieve the impossible dream, try going to sleep.

To achieve the impossible dream, try going to sleep.

Morning is the best of all times in the garden. The sun is not yet hot. Sweet vapors rise from read more

Morning is the best of all times in the garden. The sun is not yet hot. Sweet vapors rise from the earth. Night dew clings to the soil and makes plants glisten. Birds call to one another. Bees are already at work.

Better to get up late and be wide awake than to get up early and be asleep all day.

Better to get up late and be wide awake than to get up early and be asleep all day.

Of all the thoughts of God that are
Borne inward unto souls afar,
Along the Psalmist's music read more

Of all the thoughts of God that are
Borne inward unto souls afar,
Along the Psalmist's music deep,
Now tell me if that any is.
For gift or grace, surpassing this--
"He giveth His beloved sleep."

O sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise read more

O sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise be given!
She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven
That slid into my soul.

One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is read more

One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender solemn dawn-time and goes out and stands alone and throws one's head far back and looks up and up and watches the pale sky slowly changing and flushing and marvelous unknown things happening until the East almost makes one cry out and one's heart stands still at the strange unchanging majesty of the rising of the sun—which has been happening every morning for thousands and thousands and thousands of years. One knows it then for a moment or so...