What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet, isn't much better than tedious disease.

But just disease to luxury succeeds, And ev'ry death its own avenger breeds.

As man, perhaps, the moment of his breath, Receives the lurking principle of death, The younger disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.

It is part of the cure to wish to be cured. [Lat., Pars sanitatis velle sanari fruit.]

If it tastes good, spit it out.

I have now 42 Dollars, health, and as much anxiety to pursue My Plans of Accomplishing My collection as Ever I had and Hope God Will Grant Me the same Powers to proceed.