A husband is a man who two minutes after his head touches the pillow is snoring like an overloaded omnibus.
Ogden NashWhen I remember bygone days I think how evening follows morn So many I loved were not yet dead, So many I love were not yet born.
Ogden NashSleep is perverse as human nature, Sleep is perverse as a legislature, Sleep is as forward as hives or goiters, And where it is least desired, it loiters.
Ogden NashTonight's December thirty-first, something is about to burst. The clock is crouching, dark and small, like a time bomb in the hall. Hark, it's midnight, children dear. Duck! Here comes another year!
Ogden Nash