If the world abuses us at any time, we go and take an extra sleep; and when we wake up, all the world is smiling on us.

If we come to a knotty point in our discourse, we take a sleep; and when we open our eyes, the opaque has become transparent.

We split every day in two by a nap in the afternoon.

Going to take that somniferous interstice, we say to the servants, "Do not call me for anything.

If the house takes fire, first get the children out and my private papers; and when the roof begins to fall in call me." Through such fanaticism we have thus far escaped the hot axle.
Somebody ought to be congratulated--I do not know who, and so I will shake hands all around--on the fact that the health of the country seems improving.