What I can argue is that no one should have to die of a disease that is treatable.

The idea that some lives matter less is the root of all that is wrong with the world.

If access to health care is considered a human right, who is considered human enough to have that right?

For me, an area of moral clarity is: you're in front of someone who's suffering and you have the tools at your disposal to alleviate that suffering or even eradicate it, and you act.

It is clear that the pharmaceutical industry is not, by any stretch of the imagination, doing enough to ensure that the poor have access to adequate medical care.

The essence of global health equity is the idea that something so precious as health might be viewed as a right.

With rare exceptions, all of your most important achievements on this planet will come from working with others- or, in a word, partnership.

If I am hungry, that is a material problem; if someone else is hungry, that is a spiritual problem.

We have to design a health delivery system by actually talking to people and asking, 'What would make this service better for you?' As soon as you start asking, you get a flood of answers.

That's when I feel most alive, when I'm helping people.

You can't have public health without a public health system. We just don't want to be part of a mindless competition for resources. We want to build back capacity in the system.

The very point that you are not likened by somebody in proof of your authenticity and uniqueness.

There is no greater joy than to share what you love with those who appreciate it.

Mr. Rochester, I no more assign this fate to you than I grasp at it for myself. We were born to strive and endure - you as well as I: do so. You will forget me before I forget you.

Control was just wishful thinking, and you controlled things to hedge your bets, to be safe, to guard against loss.

I did not know it was possible to be so miserable and live but I am told that this is a common experience.

In dream yoga we use the etheric double and go beyond the confines of the physical, it's very ecstatic.

Dear motorist on the information superhighway. I'm sorry I do not have a car.

The world is full of dumb paperwork.

God damn! Drug dealers dealin' to the kiddies, Livin' in the city ain't no pity on the itty-bitty. We try to cry, but still they all die, I try to speak to the youth, and the truth is: they all high.

Theory may be deliberate, as in a chapter on chemistry, or it may be second nature, as in the immemorial doctrine of ordinary enduring middle-sized physical objects.