When you know a friend is there you do not go to see him. Then he's gone and you blast your conscience to shreds that you did not see him.

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

As with many people, Charles, who could not talk, wrote with fullness. He set down his loneliness and his perplexities, and he put on paper many things he did not know about himself.

I have wondered why is it that some people are less affected and torn by the verities of life and death that others.

I know this... a man got to do what he got to do.

And finally comes culture, which is entertainment, relaxation, transport out of the pain of living.

The redwoods, once seen, leave a mark or create a vision that stays with you always. No one has ever successfully painted or photographed a redwood tree. The feeling they produce is not transferable. From them comes silence and awe. It's not only their unbelievable stature, nor the color which seems to shift and vary under your eyes, no, they are not like any trees we know, they are ambassadors from another time.