A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.

A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.

It seemed to be a necessary ritual that he should prepare himself for sleep by meditating under the solemnity of the night sky... a mysterious transaction between the infinity of the soul and the infinity of the universe.

Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake.

The soul of the just contemplates in sleep a mysterious heaven.

The voices of those children, that is the voice of the immense future.