Sometimes you have to give people a taste of their own medicine.
I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it’s the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It’s probably the most important thing in a person.
I can testify to what UNICEF means to children because I was among those who received food and medical relief right after World War II.
Brushing a girl’s hair behind her ear once a day will solve more problems than all those therapists and drugs.
Ignorance can be cured, but stupidity is forever.
We must never neglect the patient’s own use of his symptoms.
Every therapeutic cure, and still more, any awkward attempt to show the patient the truth, tears him from the cradle of his freedom from responsibility and must therefore reckon with the most vehement resistance.
Penicillin sat on a shelf for ten years while I was called a quack.
Nature makes penicillin; I just found it.
The discovery of penicillin was a triumph of accident, a fortunate occurrence that happened while I was working on a purely academic bacteriological problem.
If penicillin can cure those that are ill, Spanish sherry can bring the dead back to life.
I certainly didn’t plan to revolutionize all medicine by discovering the world’s first antibiotic, or bacteria killer. But I suppose that was exactly what I did.
Penicillin cures, but wine makes people happy.
There’s only one rule you need to remember: laugh at everything and forget everybody else! It sounds egotistical, but it’s actually the only cure for those suffering from self-pity.