One of the best temporary cures for pride and affectation is seasickness; a man who wants to vomit never puts on airs.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
A sure cure for seasickness is to sit under a tree.
I've always dreaded the sea - in fact, I get terribly seasick.
A lot of my work has to do with not allowing my characters to have an ego in a way that the stomach doesn't have an ego when it's wanting to throw up. It just does it.
The man who has experienced shipwreck shudders even at a calm sea.
To array a man's will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.
I've found a different way to scent the air: already it's a by-word for despair.
One is guilty of all abjection that one does not help to relieve.
The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea.
Allopathic doctors used to laugh condescendingly at those who posited that psychological, emotional and spiritual factors were important contributors to the sickness as well as healing of the body.
Exuberant health is always, as such, sickness also.