There Is No Disease More

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

But Whatever You Do, Take Neither Yourselves Nor Your Fellow-creatures Too Seriously. There Is Tragedy Enough In Our Daily Routine, But There Is Room Too For A Keen Sense Of The Absurdities And Incongruities Of Life, And In The Shifting Panorama No One Sees Better Than The Doctor The Perennial Sameness Of Men’s Ways.

Acquire The Art Of Detachment, The Virtue Of Method, And The Quality Of Thoroughness, But Above All The Grace Of Humility.

No Human Being Is Constituted To Know The Truth, The Whole Truth And Nothing But The Truth; And Even The Best Of Men Must Be Content With Fragments, With Partial Glimpses, Never The Full Fruition.

The Great Majority Gave No Signs One Way Or The Other; Like Birth, Their Death Was A Sleep And A Forgetting.