“There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.”

Go on with a spirit that fears nothing.

Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.

Whoever obeys the gods, to him they particularly listen.

For a friend with an understanding heart is worth no less than a brother.

Few sons are like their fathers, most are worse, few better.

Have patience, heart.

Most grievous of all deaths it is to die of hunger.

It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize, And to be swift is less than to be wise.

Goddess of song, teach me the story of a hero.

Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.

I guess some people never change. Or, they quickly change and then quickly change back.

No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.

For too much rest becomes a pain.

Let me not then die ingloriously and without a struggle, but let me first do some great thing that shall be told among men hereafter.

Better to live or die, once and for all, than die by inches.

The proud heart feels not terror nor turns to run and it is his own courage that kills him.

Mark my words. Memories of me will haunt you when you sleep at night. No one forgets a love like mine.

Whoever thinks of going to bed before twelve o’clock is a scoundrel.

It’s not about how much you sleep. It’s what you do while you’re awake.

Who can sleep on the night that God became man?

I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.

Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.

Excuses are the cradle that Satan rocks men off to sleep in.

Sleep is the best cure for waking troubles.