You roll my log, and I will roll yours.
The wish for healing has always been half of health.
There has never been any great genius without a spice of madness.
That which we are not permitted to have we delight in; that which we can have is disregarded.
He robs present ills of their power who has perceived their coming beforehand.
It is by the benefit of letters that absent friends are in a manner brought together.