Blessings On Him, Who Invented Sleep.

Jests That Give Pains Are No Jests.

She Wanted, With Her Fickleness, To Make My Destruction Constant; I Want, By Trying To Destroy Myself, To Satisfy Her Desire.

Sleep Is The Best Cure For Waking Troubles.

For Neither Good Nor Evil Can Last For Ever; And So It Follows That As Evil Has Lasted A Long Time, Good Must Now Be Close At Hand.

A Good Name Is Better Than Bags Of Gold.