“What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance? ”
“Just as a well-filled day brings blessed sleep, so a well-employed life brings a blessed death.”
“... the nose. It can be a nuisance in winter and such a blessing before a meal.”
“If there was a hell beyond what he knew, he would welcome it. He had no reason not to.After all, a life without living was simply a death without dying. What more was there to fear or hate but life, endless life, with no respite?”
“What is a man's life but a prelude to his death? And what is death but a long sleep, a most welcome forgetfulness.”
“What is life? The joy of the blessed, the sorrow of the sad, and a search for death. And what is death? An inevitable happening, an uncertain pilgrimage, the tears of the living, the thief of man.”