The man who says his evening prayer is a captain posting his sentinels. He can sleep.
(Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet. My Heart Laid Bare, sect. 116 (written c. 1865), published in Intimate Journals (1887), trans. by Christopher Isherwood (1930), revised by Don Bachardy (1989).)
Railroad iron is a magician's rod, in its power to evoke the sleeping energies of land and water.
(Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), U.S. essayist, poet, philosopher. Speech, February 7, 1844, the Mercantile Library Association, Boston, Massachusetts. "The Young American," Nature, Addresses, and Lectures (1849).)
'Monsters aren't the things that sleep under your bed or in your cupboard. Monsters are the things that sleep inside your head. They are the things that consume your mind and make you have dark thoughts. Monsters are apart of you, a piece of you, you are the monster and that's the most scariest thing about it.'
((The truth about the darkness of a monster inside of us.))
People who wish to numb our caution in dealing with them by means of flattery are employing a dangerous expedient, like a sleeping draught, which, if it does not put us to sleep, keeps us all the more awake.
(Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900), German philosopher, classical scholar, critic of culture. Friedrich Nietzsche, Sämtliche Werke: Kritische Studienausgabe, vol. 2, p. 244, eds. Giorgio Colli and Mazzino Montinari, Berlin, de Gruyter (1980). Human, All-Too-Human, "Man in Society," aphorism 318, "Flattery," (1878).)