The important thing is not how many years in your life but how much life in your years. – Edward J. Stieglitz

My veins are filled, once a week with a Neapolitan carpet cleaner distilled from the Adriatic and I am as bald as an egg. However I still get around and am mean to cats. – John Cheever, letter to Philip Roth, 10 May 1982, published in The Letters of Jo

How sickness enlarges the dimension of a man’s self to himself! – Charles Lamb, Last Essays of Elia

One must not forget that recovery is brought about not by the physician, but by the sick man himself. He heals himself, by his own power, exactly as he walks by means of his own power, or eats, or thinks, breathes or sleeps. – Georg Groddeck, The Book of the It, 1923