Rest is a fine medicine. Let your stomachs rest, ye dyspeptics; let your brain rest, you wearied and worried people of business; let your limbs rest, ye children of toil!

Humor has justly been regarded as the finest perfection of poetic genius.

Of a truth, men are mystically united: a mystic bond of brotherhood makes all men one.

The healthy know not of their health, but only the sick: this is the physician's aphorism, and applicable in a far wider sense than he gives it.

The work an unknown good man has done is like a vein of water flowing hidden underground, secretly making the ground green.

Faith is loyalty to some inspired teacher, some spiritual hero.

History after all is the true poetry.