Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
For Pleasure, Delight, Peace and Felicity live in method and temperance.
Every therapeutic cure, and still more, any awkward attempt to show the patient the truth, tears him from the cradle of his freedom from responsibility and must therefore reckon with the most vehement resistance.
We reveal our joys and successes, we conceal our pain.
It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.
A merry heart doeth good like medicine.
Joy always came after pain.
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.
You must submit to supreme suffering in order to discover the completion of joy.
The first draught serveth for health, the second for pleasure, the third for shame, and the fourth for madness.