There is no health; physicians say that we, at best, enjoy but neutrality.
Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?
we give each other a smile with a future in it
We are all conceived in close prison; in our mothers wombs, we are close prisoners all; when we are born, we are born but to the liberty of the house; prisoners still, though within larger walls; and then all our life is but a going out to the place of execution, to death.
I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.
Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.