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Think Not Of The Amount To Be Accomplished, The Difficulties To Be Overcome, Or The End To Be Attained, But Set Earnestly At The Little Task At Your Elbow, Letting That Be Sufficient For The Day.

The Practice Of Medicine Will Be Very Much As You Make It - To One A Worry, A Care, A Perpetual Annoyance; To Another, A Daily Job And A Life Of As Much Happiness And Usefulness As Can Well Fall To The Lot Of Man, Because It Is A Life Of Self-sacrifice And Of Countless Opportunities To Comfort And Help The Weak-hearted, And To Raise Up Those That Fall.

Now The Way Of Life That I Preach Is A Habit To Be Acquired Gradually By Long And Steady Repetition. It Is The Practice Of Living For The Day Only, And For The Day's Work.

The Natural Man Has Only Two Primal Passions, To Get And Beget.

If It Were Not For The Great Variability Among Individuals, Medicine Might As Well Be A Science, Not An Art.