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.

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

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

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.

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.

Techniques are like tools: The more you have, the more options for getting a job done - but you have to know what you are building first.

Plain as a pike-staff.

Waffles аrе јust awesome bread.

Music touching my soul, the spirit dance was unfolding.

Lincoln, steeped in the Bible and Shakespeare, set an impossibly high bar for presidential prose.

My father [Joe Germanotta] opened a restaurant. It's so amazing... it's so freaking delicious, but I'm telling you I gain five pounds every time I go in there.

We don't have seasons anymore. You know why? We lost the ozone layer. Well, put it on milk cartons - let's find it!

Faultless to a fault.

I'm a common-sense kind of guy.

I'm writing a book about Siamese Twins that are attached at the nose. It's called: Stop Staring at Me!