1.
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.
Silas Weir Mitchell
2.
Medicine is only palliative. For behind disease lies the cause and this cause NO DRUG can reach.
Silas Weir Mitchell
3.
Up anchor! Up anchor!
Set sail and away!
The ventures of dreamland
Are thine for a day.
Silas Weir Mitchell
4.
The arctic loneliness of age.
Silas Weir Mitchell
5.
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.
Silas Weir Mitchell
6.
Death's but one more to-morrow.
Silas Weir Mitchell
7.
He alone has lost the art to live who cannot win new friends.
Silas Weir Mitchell