From Aurélia:

“One third of our life is spent in sleep. It is a consolation for the troubles of our waking hours or atonement for their pleasures; but I have never experienced sleep to be mere repose. After a few minutes' lethargy, a new life begins, untrammeled by the limitations of time and space, and undoubtedly similar to that which awaits us after death. . . .

“. . . Then I thought I was in the middle of a vast charnel-house where the history of the universe was being written in blood. . . .”