The cure for anything is salt water — sweat, tears, or the sea.

I know of a cure for everything: salt water...in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea.

"Do you know a cure for me?"

"Why yes," he said, "I know a cure for everything. Salt water."

"Salt water?" I asked him.

"Yes," he said, "in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea."

The water of Zamzam is a cure for whatever (ailment) it is taken for.

Salt cures.
Sea washes. It cleans.
Expanse enlivens the spirit, frees the mind.

There must be something strangely sacred about salt. It is in our tears and in the sea

I am sure there are things that can't be cured by a good bath but I can't think of one.

The cure for suffering–which, as we have said, is the collision of consciousness with unconsciousness–is not to be submerged in unconsciousness, but to be raised to consciousness and to suffer more. The evil of suffering is cured by more suffering, by higher suffering. Do not take opium, but put salt and vinegar in the soul’s wound, for when you sleep and no longer feel the suffering, you are not. And to be, that is imperative. Do not then close your eyes to the agonizing Sphinx, but look her in the face and let her seize you in her mouth and crunch you with her hundred thousand poisonous teeth and swallow you. And when she has swallowed you, you will know the sweetness of the taste of suffering.

The cure for pain is in the pain.

The cure for the pain is in the pain.

The canter is a cure for every evil.

Well, wouldn't that be the ultimate cure?" Aira concluded cheerfully. "The cure for death?

There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.

A canter is the cure for all evil.