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

I'm back with my own kind of people here now, the bums and drinkers and no goods and it is a fine thing.

The literature of science is filled with answers found when the question propounded had an entirely different direction and end.

Four hoarse blasts of a ship's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping.

It requires self-esteem to receive-not self-love but just a pleasant acquaintance and liking for oneself.

I had been practicing for the Depression a long time. I wasn't involved with loss. I didn't have money to lose, but in common with millions I did dislike hunger and cold.

If you're in trouble, or hurt or need - go to the poor people. They're the only ones that'll help - the only ones.