The worst condition of humans is when they lose knowledge and control of themselves.

When I dance, I dance; when I sleep, I sleep; yes, and when I walk alone in a beautiful orchard, if my thoughts drift to far-off matters for some part of the time for some other part I lead them back again to the walk, the orchard, to the sweetness of this solitude, to myself.

Experience stands on its own dunghill in medicine, and reason yields it place. Medicine has always professed experience to be the touchstone of its operations.

Virtue shuns ease as a companion. It demands a rough and thorny path.

I neither complain of the past, nor do I fear the future.

Whom conscience, ne'er asleep, Wounds with incessant strokes, not loud, but deep.

Nobody is exempt from saying stupid things, the harm is to do it presumptuously.