You're getting well,' Samuel said. 'Some people think it's an insult to the glory of their sickness to get well. But the time poultice is no respecter of glories. Everyone gets well if he waits around.

And her joy was nearly like sorrow.

Doc still loved true things but he knew that it was not a general love and it could be a very dangerous mistress.

Boileau said that Kings, Gods and Heroes only were fit subjects for literature. The writer can only write about what he admires. Present-day kings aren't very inspiring, the gods are on a vacation and about the only heroes left are the scientists and the poor.

A man without words is a man without thought.

Father and son are natural enemies and each is happier and more secure in keeping it that way.

Being at ease with himself put him at ease with the world.