“Ho, Ho, Sir Surgeon. You are too delicate to tell the man that he is ill. You hope to heal the sick without their knowing it. You therefore flatter them. And what happens? They laugh at you. They dance upon their own graves and at last they die. Your delicacy is cruelty, your flatteries are poisons you are a murderer. Shall we keep men in a fool's paradise? Shall we lull them into soft slumber from which they will awake in hell? Are we to become helpers of their damnation by our smooth speeches? In the name of God we will not.” MenHappensLastsDiesNamesLaughingHellKnowingHe ManFoolSpeechSickIllGravesHealCrueltyAwakeParadisePoisonDelicateSmoothFlatteryMurdererSurgeonsDamnationDelicacySlumberHelpersLulls Author:Charles Spurgeon
“Old age is another country, a place of strangeness, sometimes, and dislocation. There's a lot to be done in this country, and a great deal of pleasure there. There are friends, some of whom are sick and needful of you, as you will be of them someday. The world itself is very beautiful. It's a place where you have a lot to do. But you have to do it knowing that sometimes you will be afraid of this new country.” WorldCountrySometimesDoneAgeBeautifulPleasureDealsKnowingSickOld AgeSomedayVery BeautifulStrangenessDislocation Author:Grace Paley
“I'm sick and tired of people saying that taking drugs is a sickness. When you put something of your own free will in your own body knowing that it's harmful against the body, it's against the law and all it will do is lead you down the path of destruction, that is a weakness.” PeopleBodyLawKnowingPathDrugWeaknessDestructionSickTiredSicknessFree Will Author:Tommy Lasorda
“I never get sick of writing my own stories because there's a certain comfort in knowing you will never run out of material. It's relaxing, actually, to write.” WritingStoriesRunningCertainMy OwnKnowingMaterialsComfortSick Author:Augusten Burroughs