A man with a beard was always a little suspect anyway. You couldn't say you wore a beard because you liked a beard. People didn't like you for telling the truth. You had to say you had a scar so you couldn't shave.

A dying people tolerates the present, rejects the future, and finds its satisfactions in past greatness and half remembered glory

An ocean without unnamed monsters would be like sleep without dreams.

A good writer always works at the impossible.There is another kind who pulls in his horizons, drops his mind as one lowers rifle sights.

All of them had a restlessness in common.

It is a time of quiet joy, the sunny morning. When the glittery dew is on the mallow weeds, each leaf holds a jewel which is beautiful if not valuable. This is no time for hurry or for bustle. Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.

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