From The Cradle To The Coffin Underwear

Then I Will Tell You Something. I Do Not Believe In It. Forty Years Among Men Has Consistently Taught Me That They Are Not Amenable To Commonsense. Show Them The Red Tail Of A Comet, Fill Them With Black Terror, And They Will All Come Running Out Of Their Houses And Break Their Legs. But Tell Them One Sensible Proposition, And Support It With Seven Reasons, And They Will Simply Laugh In Your Face.

I Was Called Up In The War And Sent To A Hospital. I Dressed Wounds, Applied Iodine, Gave Enemas, Did Blood Transfusions. If The Doctor Ordered: "brecht, Amputate A Leg!", I Would Reply, "certainly, Your Excellency!", And Cut Off The Leg. If I Was Told, "perform A Trepanning!" I Opened The Man's Skull And Messed About With His Brains. I Saw How They Patched Fellows Up, So As To Cart Them Back To The Front As Quickly As They Could.

Unfortunate The Country That Needs Heroes!

Things Take Indeed A Wondrous Turn When Learned Men Do Stoop To Learn.

For Time Flows On, And If It Did Not, It Would Be A Bad Prospect For Those Who Do Not Sit At Golden Tables. Methods Become Exhausted; Stimuli No Longer Work. New Problems Appear And Demand New Methods. Reality Changes; In Order To Represent It, Modes Of Representation Must Also Change. Nothing Comes From Nothing; The New Comes From The Old, But That Is Why It Is New.