Fatigue is the safest sleeping draught.
Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room.
“Indeed there has never been any explanation of the ebb and flow in our veins--of happiness and unhappiness.”
“It seems that a profound, impartial, and absolutely just opinion of our fellow-creatures is utterly unknown. Either we are men, or we are women. Either we are cold, or we are sentimental. Either we...”
“It is no use trying to sum people up.”
“When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.”
“They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought[.]”
“But language is wine upon his lips”
“...the souls of none of them were dead, but only sleeping; now and then they would waken, and these were cruel times.”
“Sleep, where in the waste is the wisdom?”
“If you can't turn off your thoughts, who cares how soft your pillow is?"- David King”