The physician...is the flower (such as it is) of our civilization.

Even if the doctor does not give you a year, even if he hesitates about a month, make one brave push and see what can be accomplished in a week.

Everyone lives by selling something.

If you are going to make a book end badly, it must end badly from the beginning.

Sing a song of seasons; something bright in all, flowers in the summer, fires in the fall.

By the time a man gets well into his seventies his continued existence is a mere miracle.

A birdie with a yellow bill Hoped upon the window sill, Cocked his shining eye and said: 'Ain't you 'shamed, you sleepy-'ead?