Doctors dare to harm to heal.

To heal a cell it takes a city.

Patients point; doctors anoint.

The doc’s finesse is partially guess.

To set a bone is half-aware, to sooth the soul — fully there.

The very first to do no harm is the first to not alarm.

Good doctors make poor patients; good patients, poor doctors.

The best knowing includes knowing what we don’t know.

A doctor away keeps contagion at bay.

Good doctors advance toward disease and retreat from themselves.

A doctor has a house; a fee has an etiology.

Symptoms conceal sources.

As study goes before a license, so a question goes before an answer.

A doctor mends, death grins, God wins.

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