Sir Robert Hutchison, 1st Baronet famous quotes

The scientific truth may be put quite briefly; eat moderately, having an ordinary mixed diet, and don't worry.
-- Sir Robert Hutchison, 1st Baronet

#Worry #May #Ordinary

From inability to let well alone; from too much zeal for the new and contempt for what is old; from putting knowledge before wisdom, science before art and cleverness before common sense; from treating patients as cases; and from making the cure of the disease more grievous than the endurance of the same, Good Lord, deliver us.
-- Sir Robert Hutchison, 1st Baronet

#Art #Common Sense #Endurance

Those of us who have the duty of training the rising generation of doctors...must not inseminate the virgin minds of the young with the tares of our own fads. It is for this reason that it is easily possible for teaching to be too 'up to date'. It is always well, before handing the cup of knowledge to the young, to wait until the froth has settled.
-- Sir Robert Hutchison, 1st Baronet

#Education #Teaching #Waiting

Begin to rejoice in the Lord, and your bones will flourish like an herb, and your cheeks will glow with the bloom of health and freshness. Worry, fear, distrust, care-all are poisonous! Joy is balm and healing, and if you will but rejoice, God will give power.

It's an organic thing that I try not to analyze too much, because I worry that it will go away.

There is this weird thing that happens, when you stop worrying so much about what other people think of you...you suddenly start seeing what you think of you.

There comes a point in your life when you realize: Who matters, Who never did, Who won't anymore, And who always will. So, don't worry about people from your past, there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future.

I don’t have time to worry about something as petty as what I look like

I may be wrong, but the essential illustrative nature of most documentary photography, and the worship of the object per se, in our best nature photography, is not enough to satisfy the man of today, compounded as he is of Christ, Freud, and Marx.

Because I’ve had a taste and I’m not sharing. This isn’t just for fun. I may be slightly addicted.

Staying with him. Letting him touch you, hold you, GOD. It's eating me alive. You may be keeping Sawyer from hating me but you're only making me hate him

But alas, they are all sadly deficient, because they leave us under the domination of political and religious prejudices; and they are as inefficient as the sleepy dose of an ordinary sermon.

Art is the demonstration that the ordinary is extraordinary.