You shall not pile, with servile toil, Your monuments upon my breast, Nor yet within the common soil Lay down the wreck of power to rest, Where man can boast that he has trod On him that was "the scourge of God."

In the name of Hypocrites, doctors have invented the most exquisite form of torture ever known to man: survival.

I can't do everything, but that won't stop me from doing the little I can do.

Behind all these men you have to do with, behind officers, and government, and people even, there is the country herself, your country, and . . . you belong to her as you belong to your own mother. Stand by her, boy, as you would stand by your mother.

To look forward and not back, To look out and not in, and To lend a hand.

Friendship is one of the greatest luxuries of life.

'Do you pray for the senators, Dr. Hale?' No, I look at the senators and I pray for the country.