if I inflict wounds, I heal them.
It is freezing fit to split a stone.
The heart never becomes wrinkled.
It is a disgraceful thing to be ignorant.
Gloom and sadness are poison to us, and the origin of hysterics. You are right in thinking that this disease is in the imagination; you have defined it perfectly; it is vexation which causes it to spring up, and fear that supports it.
Oh Dear! How unfortunate I am not to have anyone to weep with!