Keep away from physicians. It is all probing and guessing and pretending with them. They leave it to Nature to cure in her own time, but they take the credit. As well as very fat fees.
The patient is not likely to recover who makes the doctor his heir.
Doctors will have more lives to answer for in the next world than even we generals.
“Is it true that you smoke eight to ten cigars a day?” – “That’s true.” – “Is it true that you drink five martinis a day?” – “That’s true.” – “Is it true that you still surround yourself with beautiful young women?” – “That’s true.” – “What does your doctor say about all of this?” […]
Doctors cut, burn, and torture the sick, and then demand of them an undeserved fee for such services.
Agelaus chanced, operating on a man, to kill. “Lucky wretch!” he cried: “Might have limped for life, but for my skill.
Physicians mend or end us, Secundum artem; but although we sneer – In health – when ill we call them to attend us, Without the least propensity to jeer.
After death the doctor.
The physician who killed me, Neither bled, purge or pilled me, Nor counted my pulse but it comes to the same, In the height of my fever I thought of his name.
Isn’t it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do practice?