A frail body weakens the soul. This is the origin of the empire of medicine, an art more pernicious to men than all the ills it claims to cure. As for me, I do not know of what illness the doctors cure us; but I do know that they give us quite fatal ones: cowardice, pusillanimity, credulousness, terror of death. If they cure the body, they kill courage. What difference does it make to us that they make cadavers walk? It is men we need, and none is seen leaving their hands

Disease was a perverse, a dissolute form of life.

Diseases of the soul are more dangerous and more numerous than those of the body.

What a terrible disease that must be if it could kill God in a man.

The gods have become our diseases.

The earth has a skin and that skin has diseases; one of its diseases is called man.

Disease is physiological death, Loneliness is a social one, Where the old We collapses like a lung.

As a bodily disease cannot be healed, if it be concealed, or praised, thus also, neither can a remedy be applied to a diseased soul, which is badly guarded and protected.

las fatigas y el agotamiento espiritual, los pesares y contrariedades que se sienten en todas las situaciones, los cuales corroen perpetuamente el alma: he ahí las pruebas funestas de que la mayor parte de nuestros males son obra nuestra,

Weakened and wasted to skin and bone.

On top of pique, umbrage, and ennui. Oh, the French diseases of the soul.

"You allow that we designate a disease as mortal when Nature is so severely attacked, and her strength so far exhausted, that she cannot possibly recover her former condition under any change that may take place. "Now, my good friend, apply this to the mind; observe a man in his natural, isolated condition; consider how ideas work, and how impressions fasten on him, till at length a violent passion seizes him, destroying all his powers of calm reflection, and utterly ruining him.

The sick in soul insist that it is humanity that is sick, and they are the surgeons to operate on it. They want to turn the world into a sickroom. And once they get humanity strapped to the operating table, they operate on it with an ax.

Suspicion, dislike, jealousy, scapegoating. None of those are the transcendent facet of the human personality; they’re diseases. They’re cancer to the soul. They are the infectious, contagious viruses that have been breeding humanity for years. And because they have been, and because they are, is it necessary that they shall be? I think not.