... it is seldom a medical man has true religious views--there is too much pride of intellect.

Selfish— a judgment readily passed by those who have never tested their own power of sacrifice.

The beginning of an acquaintance whether with persons or things is to get a definite outline of our ignorance.

So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world.

Who has not felt the beauty of a woman's arm? The unspeakable suggestions of tenderness that lie in the dimpled elbow, and all the varied gently-lessening curves, down to the delicate wrist, with its tiniest, almost imperceptible nicks in the firm softness.

What deep and worthy love is so, whether of woman or child, or art or music. Our caresses, our tender words, our still rapture under the influence of autumn sunsets, or pillared vistas, or calm majestic statues, or Beethoven symphonies all bring with them the consciousness that they are mere waves and ripples in an unfathomable ocean of love and beauty; our emotion in its keenest moment passes from expression into silence, our love at its highest flood rushes beyond its object and loses itself in the sense of divine mystery.

I think I dislike what I don't like more than I like what I like.