Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree.
Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree.
Finish each day before you begin the next, and interpose a solid wall of sleep between the two. This you cannot do without temperance.
There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep.
The studious class are their own victims they are thin and pale, their feet are cold, their heads are hot, the night is without sleep, the day a fear of interruption --pallor, squalor, hunger, and egotism.
Health is the first muse, and sleep is the condition to produce it.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories