(December 26, 2013 at 7:34 pm)pocaracas Wrote:(December 26, 2013 at 6:44 pm)Jacob(smooth) Wrote: Ah of course. He also wrote the best description of medicine I've every read. From memory,
"the art of medicine consists of entertaining the patient while the disease cures itself"
Tell that to the people who need anti-biotics...
On the other hand, in Voltaire's time, there was no such thing.
You would be surprised about the healing powers of laughter and positivity
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
