All Of Us, At Certain Moments Of

Those Who Don't Learn To Fight Worry, Die Young.

The Cell Is Immortal. It Is Merely The Fluid In Which It Floats That Degenerates. Renew This Fluid At Regular Intervals, Give The Cells What They Require For Nutrition, And As Far As We Know, The Pulsation Of Life Can Go On Forever.

Prayer Is A Cry Of Distress, A Demand For Help, A Hymn Of Love.

More Than Half Of All Great Remedies Known To Medical History Have Come From Empiricists...'irregulars'...of No Or Little Scientific Training. There Is No Reason To Believe That Conditions Have Essentially Changed.

Discipline Brings Us Effort, Sacrifice And Suffering. Later It Brings Us Something Of An Inestimable Value: Something Of Which Those Who Live Only For Pleasure, Profit Or Amusement Will Always Be Deprived. This Peculiar Indefinable Joy Which One Must Have Felt Oneself To Understand Is The Sign With Which Life Marks Its Moment Of Triumph.