We Have Forty Million Reasons For Failure,

When Man Has Come To The Turnstiles Of Night, All The Creeds In The World Seem To Him Wonderfully Alike And Colorless.

Every Woman Knows All About Everything.

There Aren't Twelve-hundred People In The World Who Understand Pictures. The Others Pretend And Don't Care.

We're Poor Little Lambs Who've Lost Our Way, Baa! Baa! Baa! We're Little Black Sheep Who've Gone Astray, Baa-aa-aa! Gentlemen-rankers Out On The Spree, Damned From Here To Eternity, God Ha' Mercy On Such As We, Baa! Yah! Bah!

Doctors Have Been Exposed-you Always Will Be Exposed-to The Attacks Of Those Persons Who Consider Their Own Undisciplined Emotions More Important Than The World's Most Bitter Agonies-the People Who Would Limit And Cripple And Hamper Research Because They Fear Research May Be Accompanied By A Little Pain And Suffering.