Marcel Proust(1871-1922)

He lined the walls of his room with cork not only to keep out the noises that might keep him from sleeping, but also to keep out dust that might trigger an asthma attack.

It is in moments of illness that we are compelled to recognize that we live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom, whole worlds apart, who has no knowledge of us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body.