That dire disease, whose ruthless power
Withers the beauty's transient flower.

That dire disease, whose ruthless power
Withers the beauty's transient flower.

[Diseases] crucify the soul of man, attenuate our bodies, dry
them, wither them, shrivel them up like old apples, read more

[Diseases] crucify the soul of man, attenuate our bodies, dry
them, wither them, shrivel them up like old apples, make them as
so many anatomies.

The disease with which the human mind now labors is want of faith

The disease with which the human mind now labors is want of faith

It is with disease of the mind, as with those of the body; we are half dead before we understand read more

It is with disease of the mind, as with those of the body; we are half dead before we understand our disorder, and half cured when we do.

Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes read more

Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy -- in fact, they're almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other. Both at once can produce unbearable turmoil...

But just disease to luxury succeeds,
And ev'ry death its own avenger breeds.

But just disease to luxury succeeds,
And ev'ry death its own avenger breeds.

We are the carriers of health and disease--either the divine health of courage and nobility or the demonic diseases of read more

We are the carriers of health and disease--either the divine health of courage and nobility or the demonic diseases of hate and anxiety.

Disease is an experience of mortal mind. It is fear made
manifest on the body. Divine Science takes away read more

Disease is an experience of mortal mind. It is fear made
manifest on the body. Divine Science takes away this physical
sense of discord, just as it removes a sense of moral or mental
inharmony.

This apoplexy, as I take it, is a kind of lethargy, an't please
your lordship, a kind of sleeping read more

This apoplexy, as I take it, is a kind of lethargy, an't please
your lordship, a kind of sleeping in the blood, a whoreson
tingling.