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In the years before his death, Silas Weir Mitchell held the distinction of Foreign Member of the Royal Society — a formal recognition that placed this American physician and neurologist within a circle of scholars acknowledged by one of the world's oldest scientific bodies.

Born in Philadelphia on February 15, 1829, Mitchell was educated at Thomas Jefferson University, where he trained for the medical career that would occupy much of his life. He worked as a physician and neurologist, and his professional output moved across more than one register: alongside his clinical work, he wrote, producing both medical writing and broader literary work in the English language. That dual practice — medicine and writing held together — ran through the whole of his career.

As a medical writer, Mitchell contributed to the literature of his field. The recognition he received from the Royal Society, as a foreign member, marked his standing within the international scientific community and acknowledged what his work as a physician, neurologist, and writer had accumulated over decades. It was an honor conferred from outside the United States, on a man who had spent his life as an American citizen working in English.

Mitchell died in Philadelphia on January 4, 1914 — the city of his birth, and the place where his life ended at the age of eighty-four. He had come up through Thomas Jefferson University, built a career that joined medicine to writing, and earned election as a Foreign Member of the Royal Society. That last distinction stands as one of the clearest external measures of the regard in which his work was held during his lifetime.

Quotes by Silas Weir Mitchell

Death’s but one more to-morrow.
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Death’s but one more to-morrow.
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.
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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.
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.
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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.
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Medicine is only palliative. For behind disease lies the cause and this cause NO DRUG can reach.
Death's but one more to-morrow.
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Death's but one more to-morrow.
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.
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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.
He alone has lost the art to live who cannot win new friends.
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He alone has lost the art to live who cannot win new friends.
Up anchor! Up anchor!
Set sail and away!
The ventures of dreamland
Are thine for a day.
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Up anchor! Up anchor! Set sail and away! The ventures of dreamland Are thine for a day.
The arctic loneliness of age.
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The arctic loneliness of age.
Inner conflict is really fun to play because there's a lot going on, and the choices - when you've got a character with internal conflict - the choices you make have broader ramifications because they have inner ramifications and ramifications in the world.
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Inner conflict is really fun to play because there's a lot going on, and the choices - when you've got a character with internal conflict - the choices you make have broader ramifications because they have inner ramifications and ramifications in the world.
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