Judith slept far into the morning the sound, deep sleep of exhaustion; that sleep of the heavy-hearted from which, almost by an effort of will, the dreams are banished. – Amy Levy (1861–1889), Reuben Sachs: A Sketch, 1888
Sleep hath its own world, and a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, and tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy. – Lord (George Gordon) Byron
Three of my children are medical doctors, they know at least a hundred times as much about your body as my grandfather knew, but they dont know much more about soul than he did. – John Templeton
