Triste et mourant à son aurore Un jeune malade, à pas lents, Parcourait une fois encore Le bois cher à ses premiers ans.
Le criminel, au moment où il accomplit son crime, est toujours un malade.
Comme les rêves d'un malade.
Les gens bien portants sont des malades qui s'ignorent.
Je n'ai plus que deux affaires : l'une de savoir être malade, l'autre de savoir mourir.
Malgré toutes les tentations contraires, nous devons travailler à la conservation du malade.
Tu ne meurs pas de ce que tu es malade, tu meurs de ce que tu es vivant.
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