The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.

The bed is now as public as the dinner table and governed by the same rules of formal confrontation.

I have thought of a pulley to raise me gradually; but that would give me pain, as it would counteract my natural inclination. I would have something that can dissipate the inertia and give elasticity to the muscles. We can heat the body, we can cool it; we can give it tension or relaxation; and surely it is possible to bring it into a state in which rising from bed will not be a pain.

The happiest part of a man's life is what he passes lying awake in bed in the morning.

Sleeping in a bed -- it is, apparently, of immense importance. Against those who sleep, from choice or necessity, elsewhere society feels righteously hostile. It is not done. It is disorderly, anarchical.