What we most want to ask of our Maker is an unfolding of the divine purpose in putting human beings into conditions in which such numbers of them would be sure to go wrong.

The books we read should be chosen with great care, that they may be, as an Egyptian king wrote over his library,'The medicines of the soul.

Death tugs at my ear and says, 'Live. I am coming.

No families take so little medicine as those of doctors, except those of apothecaries.

The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.

The man who is always worrying about whether or not his soul would be damned generally has a soul that isn't worth a damn.

Many people die with their music still in them. Why is this so? Too often it is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it, time runs out.