Still believe that ever round you Spirits float who watch and wait; Nor forget the twain who found you Sleeping nigh the Golden Gate.

Death - the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening

The measure of a man's success must be according to his ability. The advancement he makes from the station in which he was born gives the degree of his success.

Since the Brother of Death daily haunts us with dying mementoes.

Sleep is a death, O make me try, By sleeping, what it is to die: And as gently lay my head On my grave, as now my bed.

We learn much during our sleep, and the knowledge thus gained slowly filters into the physical brain, and is occasionally impressed upon it as a vivid and illuminative dream.