No Dreams, No Visions, No Delicious Fantasies,

There Are Three Classes Of Human Beings: Men, Women And Women Physicians.

At The Outset Do Not Be Worried About This Big Question-truth. It Is A Very Simple Matter If Each One Of You Starts With The Desire To Get As Much As Possible. No Human Being Is Constituted To Know The Truth, The Whole Truth, And Nothing But The Truth; And Even The Best Of Men Must Be Content With Fragments, With Partial Glimpses, Never The Full Fruition. In This Unsatisfied Quest The Attitude Of Mind, The Desire, The Thirst-a Thirst That From The Soul Must Arise!-the Fervent Longing, Are The Be-all And The End-all.

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.

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 Scots Are The Backbone Of Canada. They Are All Right In Their Three Vital Parts - Head, Heart And Haggis.