“Death cures all ills. Well, most of them.”
“The place to cure most of the ills of society is in the homes of the people.”
“The music that can deepest reach and cure all ill is cordial speech.”
“We all labour against our own cure, for death is the cure of all disease.”
“When the lad for longing sighs,Mute and dull of cheer and pale,If at death's own door he lies,Maiden, you can heal his ail.Lovers' ills are all to buy:The wan look, the hollow tone,The hung head, the sunken eye,You can have them for your own.Buy them, buy them: eve and mornLovers' ills are all to sell.Then you can lie down forlorn;But the lover will be well.”
“A system that warehouses people is not the cure for social ills”