He who knows syphilis knows medicine.
Acquire the art of detachment, the virtue of method, and the quality of thoroughness, but above all the grace of humility.
The uselessness of men above sixty years of age and the incalculable benefit it would be in commercial, in political, and in professional life, if as a matter of course, men stopped work at this age.
There is no more potent antidote to the corroding influence of mammon than the presence in the community of a body of men devoted to science, living for investigation and caring nothing for the lust of the eyes and the pride of life.
The great minds, the great works transcend all limitations of time, of language, and of race, and the scholar can never feel initiated into the company of the elect until he can approach all of life’s problems from the cosmopolitan standpoint.
Start at once a bedside library and spend the last half hour of the day in communion with the saints of humanity.
There is no more difficult art to acquire than the art of observation, and for some men it is quite as difficult to record an observation in brief and plain language.
Save the fleeting minute; learn gracefully to dodge the bore.
A man is sane morally at thirty, rich mentally at forty, wise spiritually at fifty-or never!
A physician who treats himself has a fool for a patient.
The future belongs to Science. More and more she will control the destinies of the nations. Already she has them in her crucible and on her balances.
Shed, as you do your garments, your daily sins, whether of omission or commission, and you will wake a free man, with a new life.
Now of the difficulties bound up with the public in which we doctors work, I hesitate to speak in a mixed audience. Common sense in matters medical is rare, and is usually in inverse ratio to the degree of education.
Without egotism and full of feeling, laughter is the music of life.
A library represents the mind of its collector, fancies and foibles, strengths and weaknesses, prejudices and preferences.
Jaundice is the disease that your friends diagnose.
What is the student but a lover courting a fickle mistress who ever eludes his grasp?
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.
It is strange how the memory of a man may float to posterity on what he would have himself regarded as the most trifling of his works.
The true poetry of life: the poetry of the commonplace, of the ordinary man, of the plain, toil-worn woman, with their loves and their joys, their sorrows and their griefs.