Three quiet days. This hell fiend is like a cat with a mouse. She lets me loose only to pounce upon me again. I am never so frightened as when every thing is still.

What the deuce is it to me?" he interrupted impatiently: "you say that we go round the sun. If we went round the moon it would not make a pennyworth of difference to me or to my work.

I cannot live without brainwork. What else is there to live for

Hot hate is twin brother to hot love.

The less experienced a doctor is, the higher are his notions of professional dignity . . .

How sweet the morning air is! ...How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!

When you have eliminated the impossible, what is left, no matter how unlikely, is the truth.