Recovery is as involuntary as sickness.

You can't cure someone who's pretending to be sick.

We are sicker through worrying about being sick than through actually being sick.

Abstraction is the sickness of language.

Our sickness is dissatisfaction. Dissatisfaction is a bottomless pit.

To be sick is the perfect excuse to be idle and do nothing. But why does one need an excuse?

I count the need to be right among the major illnesses.

Diseases are not cured by giving them a name.

The more diseases you know about the sicker you are.