The only places where American medicine can fully live up to its possibilities are the teaching hospitals.

History abhors determinism but cannot tolerate chance.

Something can be done with people who put pickled onions in: strangulation seems best.

The rat stops gnawing in the wood, the dungeon walls withdraw, the weight is lifted your pulse steadies and the sun has found your heart, the day was not bad, the season has not been bad, there is sense and even promise in going on.

The trouble with the sacred Individual is that he has no significance, except as he can acquire it from others, from the social whole.

Between the amateur and the professional . . . there is a difference not only in degree but in kind. The skillful man is, within the function of his skill, a different psychological organization. . . . A tennis player or a watchmaker or an airplane pilot is an automatism but he is also criticism and wisdom.

Art is man determined to die sane.