Thinking Of The Key, Each Confirms A

The Wounded Surgeon Plies The Steel That Questions The Distempered Part; Beneath The Bleeding Hands We Feel The Sharp Compassion Of The Healer's Art Resolving The Enigma Of The Fever Chart.

The Last Thing One Discovers In Composing A Work Is What To Put First.

He Had A Mind So Fine That No Idea Could Violate It

It's Not Wise To Violate Rules Until You Know How To Observe Them.

Between The Vision And The Act Lies The Shadow.