Can you honestly love a dishonest thing?

There is one thing pleasantly unconfusing about medicine. The direction and the end are fixed and the patient never works backward.

It is not good to want a thing too much. It sometimes drives the luck away. You must want it just enough, and you must be very tactful with Gods or the gods.

There is no term comparable to green thumbs to apply to such a mechanic, but there should be. For there are men who can look, listen, tap, make an adjustment, and a machine works.

When we get these thruways across the whole country, as we will and must, it will be possible to drive from New York to California without seeing a single thing.

We know what we got, and we don't care whether you know it or not.

When a condition or a problem becomes too great, humans have the protection of not thinking about it. But it goes inward and minces up with a lot of other things already there and what comes out is discontent and uneasiness, guilt and a compulsion to get something--anything--before it is all gone.