Illness (n.) is a clumsy attempt to arrive at health. Instead we ought to come to nature's aid with intellect.
Illness (n.) is, along with misery and imperfection, a backdoor giving one backdoor escapes from enduring habits.
Illness (n.) many people take as an invitation to offfer advice. It must be acknowledged that to give advice to a sick person is to also acquire a feeling of superiority over him, whether the advice be accepted or rejected.
Illness (n.) makes a man's very goodness sickly.
Illness (n.) may, for an intrinsically sound nature, constitute a powerful stimulus to life, to a surplus of life.
Illness (n.) is on the whole already the outcome of decline, and not the cause thereof.
Illness (n.) has value: the man in bed discovers that what he is ill from is usually his office, his business or his society.
Illness (n.) is the answer every time we doubt our right to our task and make things easier for ourselves — it is our alleviations we atone for most.
Illness (n.) should not last too long — sympathy is costly to maintain, so your witnesses will soon conclude 'he deserves to be ill'.
Illness (n.) cannot be refuted — so the good man, refuted by life, conceives another life.
Illness (n.) "makes men better" — and perhaps the whole mellowing of the European over a millennium is the result of long hidden suffering and stunting: our morality as physiological regression.