"In short, our gentleman became so caught up in reading that he spent his nights reading from dusk till dawn and his days reading from sunrise to sunset, and so with too little sleep and too much reading his brains dried up, causing him to lose his mind."

"Maybe the greatest madness is to see life as it is rather than what it could be."

"All I know is that while I’m asleep, I’m never afraid, and I have no hopes, no struggles, no glories—and bless the man who invented sleep, a cloak over all human thought… There’s only one bad thing about sleep, as far as I’ve ever heard, and that is that it resembles death, since there’s very little difference between a sleeping man and a corpse."