One might say, for example, that a patient has a kind of St Vitus's dance; a kind of dropsy; a kind of nerve fever; a kind of ague. One would never say, however (to end once and for all the confusion of these names) "He has St. Vitus's dance," "He has nerve fever," "He has dropsy," "He has ague," since there simply are not any fixed, unchanging diseases to be known by such names.
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I do not know beneath what sky nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall read more
I do not know beneath what sky nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great.
A single death is a tragedy,
a million deaths is a statistic.
A single death is a tragedy,
a million deaths is a statistic.
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.
Whoever rewards evil for good, evil will not depart from their house.
Whoever rewards evil for good, evil will not depart from their house.
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be read more
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be found!.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.
I do not believe in an afterlife, although I am bringing a change of underwear.
I do not believe in an afterlife, although I am bringing a change of underwear.
On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done just as easily lying down.
On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done just as easily lying down.
When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; When man is left alone read more
When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; When man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!.
