For a wise man a fool is a good advisor.
There is a pinch of the madman in every great man.
To question a wise man is the beginning of wisdom.
A rich man has no need of character.
The spouse of a woman is a man, the spouse of a man is his livelihood.
A powerful man has big ears.
My old man tried to force on me a notion of what it was to be a 'man.' And it destroyed my dad.
My father was a good man, but he was a con man. He was a wanderer, nomadic.
God is the Man, and there's another Man, Stan 'The Man' Musial in St. Louis.
Jesus is the starving, the parched, the prisoner, the stranger, the naked, the sick, the dying. Jesus is the oppressed, the poor. To live with Jesus is to live with the poor. To live with the poor is to live with Jesus.
I may be sick. I may come from a hole in the ground. My best friend may be an insect. But at least I don’t live in decent society.
Simply put, if you know Jesus and you believe He is still healing people today, He will heal the sick through you.
I wake up feverish, sore, uncomfortable. Is it sickness or is it heartbreak? I can't tell. The thermometer says I'm normal, but I'm clearly not.
During the years he was never sick, except of course for the chronic indigestion which was universal, and still is, with men who live alone, cook for themselves, and eat in solitude.
I want to put my hand out and touch you. I want to do for you and care for you. I want to be there when you're sick and when you're lonesome.
Make poverty, sickness, and death central issues in the contract," he says, "it's no wonder the divorce rate is fifty percent.
When you feel yourself to be in critical condition, you must treat yourself as gently as you would a sick friend.
Always having what we want may not be the best good fortune Health seems sweetest after sickness, food in hunger, goodness in the wake of evil, and at the end of daylong labor sleep.
Sickness occurs when we desire what we need and what’s desirable with equal intensity, suffering our lack of perfection as if we were suffering for lack of bread.
Life is one sick joke after another, I'm discovering. Because it hardly seems fair that it should hurt so much to finally get exactly what I've been wishing for.
My mother was a professional sick person; she took a lot of pain pills. There are many people like that. It's just how they are used to getting attention. I always remember she's the daughter of alcoholics who'd leave her alone at Christmas time.
