“I only know that while I sleep I have no fear, nor hope, nor trouble, nor glory. God bless the inventor of sleep, the cloak that covers all man’s thoughts, the food that cures all hunger, the water that quenches all thirst, the fire that warms the cold, the cold that cools heat; the common coin, in short, that can purchase all things, the balancing weight that levels the shepherd with the king and the simple with the wise. There’s only one bad thing about sleep, as I have heard say, and that is that it looks like death; for there’s but little difference between a sleeping man and a dead one.”

Sancho Panza
from Don Quixote by Cervantes


About this entry