Silas Weir Mitchell Quotes

There are those who suffer and grow strong; there are those who suffer and grow weak. This mystery of pain is still for me the saddest of earth's disabilities.

Medicine is only palliative. For behind disease lies the cause and this cause NO DRUG can reach.

Up anchor! Up anchor! Set sail and away! The ventures of dreamland Are thine for a day.

The arctic loneliness of age.

Alas, how can we help but mourn When hero bosoms yield their breath! A century itself may bear But once the flower of such a death.

Death's but one more to-morrow.

He alone has lost the art to live who cannot win new friends.