Each is like a river that leaves behind its name and shape, the whole course of its path, to vanish into the vast sea of God.

If people understood that doctors weren't divine, perhaps the odor of malpractice might diminish.

You cannot separate passion from pathology any more than you can separate a person's spirit from his body.

The grist for my mill is the human body and the art of healing.

The liver, that great maroon snail: No wave of emotion sweeps it. Neither music nor mathematics gives it pause in its appointed tasks.

A minor operation is one that is done on someone else