Everyone had some defect, or body or of mind: he thought of all the people he had known (the whole world was like a sick house and there was no rhyme or reason in it), he saw a long procession, deformed in body, warped in mind, some with illness of the flesh, weak hearts or weak lungs, and some with illness of the spirit, languor of will, or craving for liquor. At that moment he felt a holy compassion for them all. …The words of the dying God crossed his memory: Forgive them, for they know not what they do.

Death doesn't affect the living because it has not happened yet. Death doesn't concern the dead because they have ceased to exist.

It is one of the defects of my character that I cannot altogether dislike anyone who makes me laugh.

Advice to first year medical students: In anatomy, it is better to have learned and lost than never to have learned at all.

I promised myself that if ever I had some money that I would savor a cigar each day after lunch and dinner. This is the only resolution of my youth that I have kept, and the only realized ambition which has not brought disillusion.

Few misfortunes can befall a boy which bring worse consequence than to have a really affectionate mother.

The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes...