The Clean Tongue, The Clear Head, And

Take The Sum Of Human Achievement In Action, In Science, In Art, In Literature Subtract The Work Of The Men Above Forty, And While We Should Miss Great Treasures, Even Priceless Treasures, We Would Practically Be Where We Are Today ... The Effective, Moving, Vitalizing Work Of The World Is Done Between The Ages Of Twenty-five And Forty.

He Who Studies Medicine Without Books Sails An Uncharted Sea, But He Who Studies Medicine Without Patients Does Not Go To Sea At All.

Nature, The Great Moloch, Which Exacts A Frightful Tax Of Human Blood, Sparing Neither Young Nor Old; Taking The Child From The Cradle, The Mother From Her Babe, And The Father From The Family.

No Dreams, No Visions, No Delicious Fantasies, No Castles In The Air, With Which, As The Old Song So Truly Says, Hearts Are Broken, Heads Are Turned.

The Philosophies Of One Age Have Become The Absurdities Of The Next, And The Foolishness Of Yesterday Has Become The Wisdom Of Tomorrow.