Listen To Your Patient, He Is Telling

To Have A Group Of Cloistered Clinicians Away Completely From The Broad Current Of Professional Life Would Be Bad For Teacher And Worse For Student. The Primary Work Of A Professor Of Medicine In A Medical School Is In The Wards, Teaching His Pupils How To Deal With Patients And Their Diseases.

It Is Strange How The Memory Of A Man May Float To Posterity On What He Would Have Himself Regarded As The Most Trifling Of His Works.

There Is A Form Of Laughter That Springs From The Heart, Heard Every Day In The Merry Voice Of Childhood, The Expression Of A Laughter - Loving Spirit That Defies Analysis By The Philosopher, Which Has Nothing Rigid Or Mechanical In It, And Totally Without Social Significance. Bubbling Spontaneously From The Heart Of Child Or Man. Without Egotism And Full Of Feeling, Laughter Is The Music Of Life.

Medicine Is Learned By The Bedside And Not In The Classroom. Let Not Your Conceptions Of Disease Come From Words Heard In The Lecture Room Or Read From The Book. See, And Then Reason And Compare And Control. But See First.

Look Wise, Say Nothing, And Grunt. Speech Was Given To Conceal Thought.