Far from his illness The wolves ran on through the evergreen forests, The peasant river was untempted by the fashionable quays; By mourning tongues The death of the poet was kept from his poems.

It's usually the stupid people that develop long illnesses. You need more than indolence and selfishness, you need endurance to make a good patient.

Shall memory restore The steps and the shore, The face and the meeting place.

There are good books which are only for adults. There are no good books which are only for children.

No human being is innocent, but there is a class of innocent human actions called Games.

Even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot Where the dogs go on with their doggy life

Health is the state about which medicine has nothing to say.