No small art is it to sleep: it is necessary for that purpose to keep awake all day. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
No small art is it to sleep: it is necessary for that purpose to keep awake all day. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
No small art is it to sleep: it is necessary for that purpose to keep awake all day. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
No small art is it to sleep: it is necessary for that purpose to keep awake all day. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
No small art is it to sleep: it is necessary for that purpose to keep awake all day. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
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No small art is it to sleep: it is necessary for that purpose to keep awake all day.

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
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