I have noticed that doctors who fail in the practice of medicine have a tendency to seek one another's company and aid in consultation.

Work every day. No matter what has happened the day or night before, get up and bite on the nail.

The echoes of beauty you've seen transpire, Resound through dying coals of a campfire.

Today is only one day in all the days that will ever be. But what will happen in all the other days that ever come can depend on what you do today. It's been that way all this year. It's been that way so many times. All of war is that way.

We who have seen him now, light on his feet, smooth moving as a leopard, a young man with an old man's science, the most beautiful fighting machine I have ever seen, may live to see him fat, slow, old, and bald taking a beating from a younger man. But I would like to hazard a prediction that whoever beats Joe Louis in an honest fight in the next fifteen years will have to get up the floor to do it.

You may talk. And I may listen. And miracles might happen.

We're stronger in the places that we've been broken.