The Desire To Take Medicine

We Are Constantly Misled By The Ease With Which Our Minds Fall Into The Ruts Of One Or Two Experiences

The True Poetry Of Life: The Poetry Of The Commonplace, Of The Ordinary Man, Of The Plain, Toil-worn Woman, With Their Loves And Their Joys, Their Sorrows And Their Griefs.

There Are Only Two Sorts Of Doctors; Those Who Practise With Their Brains, And Those Who Practise With Their Tongues.

The Practice Of Medicine Is An Art, Not A Trade; A Calling, Not A Business; A Calling In Which Your Heart Will Be Exercised Equally With Your Head.

The Successful Teacher Is No Longer On A Height, Pumping Knowledge At High Pressure Into Passive Receptacles.