Start at once a bedside library and spend the last half hour of the day in communion with the saints of humanity.

Patients rarely die of the disease from which they suffer. Secondary or terminal infections are the real cause of death.

It is not... That some people do not know what to do with truth when it is offered to them, But the tragic fate is to reach, after patient search, a condition of mind-blindness, in which. The truth is not recognized, though it stares you in the face.

The extraordinary development of modern science may be her undoing. Specialism, now a necessity, has fragmented the specialities themselves in a way that makes the outlook hazardous. The workers lose all sense of proportion in a maze of minutiae.

The clean tongue, the clear head, and the bright eye are birthrights of each day.

Half of us are blind, few of us feel, and we are all deaf.

Even in populous districts, the practice of medicine is a lonely road which winds up-hill all the way and a man may easily go astray and never reach the Delectable Mountains unless he early finds those shepherd guides of whom Bunyan tells, Knowledge, Experience, Watchful, and Sincere.