“Lo, sleep is good, better is death--in sooth
The best of all were never to be born.”

“I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death”

“Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.”

“Sleep is not, death is not; Who seem to die Live. House you were born in, Friends of your spring-time, old man and young maid, Day's toil and it's guerdon, They are all vanishing, Fleeing to fables, Cannot be moored”

“Just some good ol' boys,
Never meaning no harm.
Beats all you never saw
Been in trouble with the law
Since the day they were born.”

“It was good to be alive; it was better to be young; it was best of all to be in love.”

“Good souls have born better sons,
Better souls born worse ones.”

“A little sleep and then a little wakefulness. Then a slipping to some soothing place in between.”

“Though he had never smelled the death of men before, he knew the smell as if it were a knowledge born into him.”

“I've never written for a fasting man;
A taste of wine is good before my verse.
But sleep is better than a little wine,
For when sleeping one thinks my songs are dreams.”
Jejunis nil scribo: meum post pocula si quis<br/>legerit, hic sapiet.<br/>Sed magis hic sapiet, si dormiet: et putet ista<br/>somnia missa sibi.