There are moments as a teacher when I'm conscious that I'm trotting out the same exact phrase my professor used with me years ago. It's an eerie feeling, as if my old mentor is not just in the room, but in my shoes, using me as his mouthpiece.

If 'ecstasy' meant the sudden intrusion of the sacred into the ordinary, then it had just happened to me.

There is a point when grief exceeds the human capacity to emote, and as a result one is strangely composed-

I think America is really in denial about the degree to which residents, particularly foreign medical graduates, man the county hospitals of this country, and but for their services, I'm not sure how exactly we could manage.

Though I am fascinated by knowledge, I am even more fascinated by wisdom.

Not only our actions, but also our omissions, become our destiny.

God will judge us, Mr. Harris, by--by what we did to relieve the suffering of our fellow human beings. I don't think God cares what doctrine we embrace.