The healthy, the strong individual, is the one who asks for help when he needs it. Whether he's got an abcess on his knee or in his soul.

As to diseases, make a habit of two things - to help, or at least, to do no harm.

Still, I have eyes. These are my eyes: the cement lifeboat that wears its dirty canvas coat; the faded sign that sits on its shelf saying KEEP OFF. Oh, all right, I say, I'll save myself.

I come out in front of a house and stand there, too tired to move or even speak, hoping someone will help me. I feel I'm being watched and, sometimes, I hear a man's voice, but nothing is done, and I have been waiting for days.

There's nothing more irritating than a savior when you aren't ready to be saved.

I'm alive. I'm alive. Please don't leave me like this. I'm trapped inside this body. Can't you see that? Won't you help me?

He who hesitates is sometimes saved.

You never know when rescue might come.

Neminem laede, immo omnes, quantum potes, juva. (Hurt no one; rather, help all as much as you can)