I started a collection of texts from old osteopathic journals that could be of interest to osteopaths and people curious about osteopathy.

You can fin the full list here
Some were translated into French here

They never die

Kind words like rivers of life are the odors of thought, the dews and muscles of durability, the stay and comfort of the worrying man or woman who tries to reason or travel a road that runs through the forest of darkness, that must be crossed by all who see the lights beyond the brush of the untrodden paths of faith and logical truth.

A kind word lightens the weighted and sinking heart until it can run to the harbor of rest. One kind word is water to the fast wilting tree of hope. There are a few in my heart whose duration has been many years, and are cherished today as rivers of joy, on whose surface float great streams loaded with unspeakable thanks for him, or her, whoever gave me a smile and held even a lamp on shore to guide my boat to the stoneless channels of safe delivery. Those mites from a friend dropped in my cup which I drank as a famishing being, relished, as none other could, but he who had cruised in seas great and small for truth. I think of those smiles and cheering words as the brightest stars and gems of all my days. Our great word “love” fails to express my feelings to those that said, “merit is the choicest jewel of all lives,” and will attend all funerals of opposition, because it cannot die, no never! Give me your kind words and keep all else; and when I am dead and my tongue loses its power, I will ask the bones of my tomb to thank you for them.

A.T. Still
Journal of Osteopathy, September 1898