“Still it cried ‘Sleep no more!’ to all the house: ‘Glamis hath murder’d sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,—Macbeth shall sleep no more!”
“Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more!Macbeth does murder sleep, - the innocent sleep;Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.”
“One short sleep past, we wake eternally, and Death shall be no more: Death, thou shalt die.”
“Life is a caravan, and on this journey we sleep in many tents. Tomorrow I shall sleep in a different tent. ”
“A person who Sleeps more, Slips More.”
“I have an immense appetite for solitude, like an infant for sleep, and if I don't get enough for this year, I shall cry all the next. ”