Sleep is lovely death is better still not to have been born is of course the miracle.

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

O Death rock me asleep bring me to quiet rest let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.

Death gives us sleep eternal youth and immortality.

Death is the veil which those who live call life They sleep and it is lifted.

As a well spent day brings happy sleep so life well used brings happy death.

Hunger revenge to sleep are petty foes But only death the jealous eyes can close.

For a man who has done his natural duty death is as natural as sleep.

Sleep is the interest we have to pay on the capital which is called in at death and the higher the rate of interest and the more regularly it is paid the further the date of redemption is postponed.

Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.