Disease was a perverse, a dissolute form of life.
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.]
Be sure of this, O young ambition, all mortal greatness is but disease.
All diseases run into one, Old Age.
A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
‘T is healthy to be sick sometimes.
