You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.[repeated line][Vous êtes sur terre, c’est sans remède!]
Show me a sane man and I will cure him for you.
Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.
Many dishes many diseases, Many medicines few cures.
Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.
Great passions are hopeless diseases. That which could cure them is the first thing to make them really dangerous.
Defeat is a disease, and victory is the cure.
Cholera. You catch it from eating melons. The cure is lots of tea with rum in it.[CHOLÉRA: Le melon donne le choléra. On s’en guérit en prenant beaucoup de thé avec du rhum.]
