Acceptable food rots while we are chased from bins behind restaurants chased from sleeping on the street chased from relieving ourselves unless we pay for food or gas until finally we are so hungry sleepless smelly constipated and beaten-down that we simply die of lack of will to live.

I do not think there is any thrill that can go through the human heart like that felt by the inventor as he sees some creation of the brain unfolding to success... such emotions make a man forget food sleep friends love everything.

My philosophy from day one is that I can sleep better at night if I can improve an individual's knowledge about food and wine and do it on a daily basis.

In the midst of these hard times it is our good health and good sleep that are enjoyable.

Never hurry. Take plenty of exercise. Always be cheerful. Take all the sleep you need. You may expect to be well.

Let no man fear to die we love to sleep all and death is but the sounder sleep.

I try to get in quiet time and book time but really the only time I ever get that is when I'm on an airplane - I have a fear of flying but I actually love flying because it's the only time I can sleep and it's the only time I get to read.

But what is all this fear of and opposition to Oblivion? What is the matter with the soft Darkness the Dreamless Sleep?

The scariest thought in the world is that someday I'll wake up and realize I've been sleepwalking through my life: underappreciating the people I love making the same hurtful mistakes over and over a slave to neuroses fear and the habitual.

Events that are predestined require but little management. They manage themselves. They slip into place while we sleep and suddenly we are aware that the thing we fear to attempt is already accomplished.