... It Is Seldom A Medical Man

A Common Fallacy: To Imagine A Measure Will Be Easy Because We Have Private Motives For Desiring It.

The Years Seem To Rush By Now, And I Think Of Death As A Fast Approaching End Of A Journey-double And Treble Reason For Loving As Well As Working While It Is Day.

We Are All Apt To Believe What The World Believes About Us.

To The Receptive Soul The River Of Life Pauseth Not, Nor Is Diminished.

That Is The Bitterest Of All,--to Wear The Yoke Of Our Own Wrong-doing.