The art is long, life is short
HippocratesRead
It is more important to know the person who has the condition than it is to know the condition the person has.
Interpretation
Understanding the individual is more crucial than understanding their illness.
This quote emphasizes the importance of recognizing the humanity of a person over merely identifying their medical condition. It suggests that personal connections and empathy are vital in healthcare and relationships, encouraging caregivers and loved ones to focus on the person as a whole, rather than reducing them to just their diagnosis or circumstances.
In practice
A doctor speaking at a health conference about patient care.
The art is long, life is short
The body of man has in itself blood, phlegm, yellow bile and black bile; these make up the nature of this body, and through these he feels pain or enjoys health. Now he enjoys the most perfect health when these elements are duly proportioned to one another in respect of compounding, power and bulk, and when they are perfectly mingled.
That which is used - develops. That which is not used wastes away.
Cure sometimes, treat often, comfort always.
Wine is an appropriate article for mankind, both for the healthy body and for the ailing man.
Walking is man's best medicine.
I do not believe in things. I believe in relationships.
Of course I am not worried about intimidating men. The type of man who will be intimidated by me is exactly the type of man I have no interest in.
Man wanted a home, a place for warmth, or comfort, first of physical warmth, then the warmth of the affections.
Keep your eyes wide open before marriage, half shut afterwards.
Petruchio: Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry. Katherine: If I be waspish, best beware my sting. Petruchio: My remedy is then, to pluck it out. Katherine: Ay, if the fool could find where it lies. Petruchio: Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail. Katherine: In his tongue. Petruchio: Whose tongue? Katherine: Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell. Petruchio: What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.
But loneliness is as delusive a belief in the pertinence of the world as is love: in choosing to feel lonely, as in choosing to love, one carves a space next to oneself to be filled by others - a friend, a lover, a toy poodle, a violinist on the radio.
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