Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
My theory has always been, that if we are to dream, the flatteries of hope are as cheap, and pleasanter, than the gloom of despair.
I have learned to hate all traitors, and there is no disease that I spit on more than treachery.
Shakespeare was the great one before us. His place was between God and despair.
A son can bear with equanimity the loss of his father, but the loss of his inheritance may drive him to despair.
They do certainly give very strange, and newfangled, names to diseases.
He who labors diligently need never despair; for all things are accomplished by diligence and labor.
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
There are some cases in which the sense of injury breeds not the will to inflict injuries and climb over them as a ladder, but a hatred of all injury.
Aggression unopposed becomes a contagious disease.
Words are the physicians of a mind diseased.
Revenge is barren of itself: it is the dreadful food it feeds on; its delight is murder, and its end is despair.
The art of medicine consists in amusing the patient while nature cures the disease.
To be thoroughly conversant with a man's heart, is to take our final lesson in the iron-clasped volume of despair.
Medicine to produce health must examine disease; and music, to create harmony must investigate discord.
The most glorious moments in your life are not the so-called days of success, but rather those days when out of dejection and despair you feel rise in you a challenge to life, and the promise of future accomplishments.
There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.
Fashion exists for women with no taste, etiquette for people with no breeding.
Familiarity breeds contempt.
Without money honor is merely a disease.
Philosophy is a disease, and not an ordinary one either. It's not a common cold. It is cancer - cancer of the soul. Once a person is lost in the jungle of philosophy he becomes more and more entangled in words, concepts, abstractions and there is no end to it.
I think the biggest disease the world suffers from in this day and age is the disease of people feeling unloved. I know that I can give love for a minute, for half an hour, for a day, for a month, but I can give. I am very happy to do that, I want to do that.
All a man's affairs become diseased when he wishes to cure evils by evils.
Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.
Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference.