Love is a medicine for the sickness of the world; a prescription often given, too rarely taken.
- A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a home sickness, a love sickness. – Robert Frost
- To array a man’s will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine. – Henry Ward Beecher
- Man loves little and often: Woman much and rarely. – Anonymous
- We rarely get what we imagine in this world. – Stephen King
- Friendship is like a glass ornament, once it is broken it can rarely be put back together exactly the same way. – Anonymous