Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o’er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
What happens when people open their hearts? They get better.
To weep is to make less the depth of grief.
The doctor should be opaque to his patients and, like a mirror, should show them nothing but what is shown to him.[Der Arzt soll undurchsichtig für den Analysierten sein und wie eine Spiegelplatte nichts anderes zeigen, als was ihm gezeigt wird.]
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
Faith was worth all the drugs ever invented.
Dogs are wise. They crawl away into a quiet corner and lick their wounds and do not rejoin the world until they are whole once more.
