Thomas Sydenham Quotes

Sometimes I can think of so many ways of expressing myself that I feel I'm an old typewriter, and too many keys come forward at once - and I get jammed.

I'm a mess. My house is full of records, and my computer... I can't find the things that I want. But it usually seems to work out.

I'm the type of guy where, if I see, like, 20 songs, I don't even wanna listen to one of 'em 'cause it's too much.

I'm a strong believer in modern medicine. I think it has its use in society. I think it adds longevity to our life expectancy.

We're finally moving out of the realm of solely discussing biology in regards to a drug-based world.

Life is full of inspiration, far more than I'll ever get to write about.

States like Massachusetts and New York are working aggressively to keep and grow life sciences companies.

I take medications every morning and night - they're my breakfast, and they're my dessert. I love them.

Everyone seems possessed with the desire of writing articles upon me and sends me long lists of all I am to say.

The abundance of books is distraction

There's so much to watch, I can't even keep up.

I think I would have taken a (expletive) load of Advil.

When everything is immediately available and infinitely reproducible, nothing is valuable.

There is simply too much to think about.

We live in an age in which superfluous ideas abound and essential ideas are lacking.

No drug is a cure, though. Drugs are just big pieces of tape they stick over warning lights.

I have such a crowded life and crowded schedule. When people send me a link with a gadget, I'll look at it and buy it if it looks interesting, but I don't have time to check out everything I'd like to.

She drowned in words that could not teach her how to swim.

It is frightening how dependent on drugs we are all becoming and how easy it is for doctors to prescribe them as the universal panacea for our ills.

Since that deluge of newspaper articles I have been so flooded with questions, invitations, suggestions, that I keep dreaming I am roasting in Hell, and the mailman is the devil eternally yelling at me, showering me with more bundles of letters at my head because I have not answered the old ones.

Medicine, likewise, because it deals with things, has always been for our serener circles a Cinderella, blooming maid as happily as she has grown nevertheless.

Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower.

That which reminds us of nature and thus stimulates a feeling for the infinite abundance of life is beautiful. Nature is organic,and therefore the highest beauty is forever vegetative; and the same is true for morality and love.

The wondrous thing about nature, her gift to us, is her wanton promiscuity. She reproduces herself with abandon, with teeming infinite generosity.