What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you.
(Raymond Chandler (1888-1959), U.S. author. Philip Marlowe, in The Big Sleep, ch. 32 (1939).)
When I dance, I dance; when I sleep, I sleep; yes, and when I walk alone in a beautiful orchard, if my thoughts have been dwelling elsewhere, I bring them back to the walk, to the orchard, to the sweetness of this solitude, and to me.
(Michel de Montaigne (1533-1592), French essayist. "Of Experience," The Essays (Les Essais), bk. III, ch. 13, Abel Langelier, Paris (1588).)
As some heads cannot carry much wine, so it would seem that I cannot bear so much society as you can. I have an immense appetite for solitude, like an infant for sleep, and if I don't get enough of it this year, I shall cry all the next.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. Letter, September 9, 1857, to Daniel Ricketson, in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 6, p. 313, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
Work your progress! Hold to! Now! Win out, ye divil ye! The silent cock shall crow at last. The west shall shake the east awake. Walk while ye have the night for morn, lightbreakfastbringer, morroweth whereon every past shall full fost sleep. Amain.
(James Joyce (1882-1941), Irish author. Finnegans Wake, Part III, section ii, Penguin (1976).
The hero's story is the artist's progress in Joyce's vision.)
Instead of water we got here a draught of beer,... a lumberer's drink, which would acclimate and naturalize a man at once,which would make him see green, and, if he slept, dream that he heard the wind sough among the pines.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. "Ktaadn" (1848) in The Maine Woods (1864), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 3, p. 30, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)