Remorse is a virtue in that it is a stirrer up of the emotions but it is a folly to accept it is a criticism of conduct.

The poem springs from the half spoken words of the patient.... When asked, how I have for so many years continued an equal interest in medicine and the poem, I reply that they amount for me to nearly the same thing.

It is not what you say that matters but the manner in which you say it; there lies the secret of the ages.

When I am alone I am happy.

No ideas but in things.

O Marvelous! What new configuration will come next? I am bewildered with multiplicity.

Empty pockets make empty heads.