A river seems a magic thing. A magic, moving, living part of the very earth itself.

The greatest tool at our command is the very thing that is photography. Light. Light is our paintbrush and it is a most willing tool in the hands of the one who studies it with a sufficient care.

A river finds its course with sureness, pushing aside whatever surface matter lies in its way, and as it gathers volume and resulting strength, nothing can withstand its progress. It carves canyons, moves great boulders, erodes the soil, moving insistently onward in its surging need to reach its final goal - the ocean.

A river seems a magic thing. A magic, moving, living part of the very earth itself.

The photographer can arrange his picture just as the painter does, only sometimes he must go about it in a different way.

It's too bad patient-centered care is not rocket science, because if it was, we would be really good at it.

What patients want is not rocket science, which is really unfortunate because if it were rocket science, we would be doing it. We are great at rocket science. We love rocket science. What we’re not good at are the things that are so simple and basic that we overlook them.