Maybe it's because I sleep slow.

I've always thought sleep was a wonderful invention. Not that being awake isn't nice too, of course. But when I get up in the morning, I think, boy, only fourteen more hours and I can be back to sleep again ... And I never dream, because it distracts my mind from pure sleeping ...

Providence has given us hope and sleep as a compensation for the many cares of life.

Sleep is the brother of death.