Meddling With Another Man's Folly Is Always

Cat Said, 'i Am Not A Friend, And I Am Not A Servant. I Am The Cat Who Walks By Himself, And I Wish To Come Into Your Cave.'

As I Pass Through My Incarnations In Every Age And Race, I Make My Proper Prostrations To The Gods Of The Market-place. Peering Through Reverent Fingers I Watch Them Flourish And Fall, And The Gods Of The Copybook Headings, I Notice, Outlast Them All.

If You Can Think–and Not Make Thoughts Your Aim.

Teach Us Delight In Simple Things, And Mirth That Has No Bitter Springs.

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.