I have not often seen much dignity in the process by which we die.

To become comfortable with uncertainty is one of the primary goals in the training of a physician.

For aging is an art. The years between its first intimations and the time of the ultimate letting go of all earthly things can-if the readiness and resolve are there-be the real harvest of our lives.

There is, to be sure, sometimes only a small difference between being alert to possible danger and allowing oneself to become terrified to the point of paralysis by seeming or imagined portents.

Empires fall, ids explode, great symphonies are written, and behind all of it is a single instinct that demands satisfaction.

If we cannot heal in one way, we must learn to heal in another.

The dignity we seek in dying is not to be found in our final weeks, days or moments but in the way we live and how we are seen by those people whose lives we affect.

The life sciences contain spiritual values which can never be explained by the materialistic attitude of present day science

Death is the surcease that comes when the exhausting battle has been lost.

Moths and flames, mankind and death--there is little difference.

In the community of living tissues, the uncontrolled mob of misfits that is cancer behaves like a gang of perpetually wilding adolescents. They are the juvenile delinquents of cellular society.

We rode on the winds of the rising storm, We ran to the sounds of the thunder.We danced among the lightning bolts, and tore the world asunder.

It is no shame to have your heart broken –it is only possible because you dared to lovethe hardest.

How you sound. How you look. Are you fat? Those are things that could be really irritating.

A shadow of a reflection of an image of an illusion.

Indeed, this epistemological theory of the relation between theory and experiment differs sharply from the epistemological theory of naive falsificationism.

Maybe it's a sick fantasy of mine, but I am really looking forward to a debate between a general and a deserter. Plus, I really want to hear President Bush have to say, "Yes, General, No, General."

Only the person who risks is truly free. A man's conquest of himself dwarfs the conquest of Mt. Everest.

What is the problem? We now have aeroplanes which can take them back quicker than the ships used by their ancestors.

There are big ships and small ships. But the best ship of all is friendship.

A big shot is a little shot who keeps on shootin'