The Doctor Is Not A Miracle Worker

Praise Not The Day Until Evening Has Come, A Woman Until She Is Burnt, A Sword Until It Is Tried, A Maiden Until She Is Married, Ice Until It Has Been Crossed, Beer Until It Has Been Drunk.

Each Person Bears A Fear Which Is Special To Him. One Man Fears A Close Space And Another Man Fears Drowning; Each Laughs At The Other And Calls Him Stupid. Thus Fear Is Only A Preference, To Be Counted The Same As The Preference For One Woman Or Another, Or Mutton For Pig, Or Cabbage For Onion.

At The Edge Of Chaos, Unexpected Outcomes Occur. The Risk To Survival Is Severe.

Scientific Research Was Much Like Prospecting: You Went Out And You Hunted, Armed With Your Maps And Instruments, But In The Ened Your Preparations Did Not Matter, Or Even Your Intuition. You Needed Your Luck, And Whatever Benefits Accrued To The Diligent, Through Sheer, Grinding Hard Work.

Only Assholes Put A Nickname On Their Business Card.