“For the birth of something new, there has to be a happening. Newton saw an apple fall; James Watt watched a kettle boil; Roentgen fogged some photographic plates. And these people knew enough to translate ordinary happenings into something new.”

One sometimes finds what one is not looking for.

Penicillin cures, but wine makes people happy.

Nature makes penicillin; I just found it.

It was astonishing that for some considerable distance around the mould growth the staphococcal colonies were undergoing lysis. What had formerly been a well-grown colony was now a faint shadow of its former self…I was sufficiently interested to pursue the subject.

One sometimes finds what one is not looking for. When I woke up just after dawn on Sept. 28, 1928, I certainly didn’t plan to revolutionize all medicine by discovering the world’s first antibiotic, or bacteria killer. But I guess that was exactly what I did.

Suggested remedy for the common cold: A good gulp of whiskey at bedtime-it’s not very scientific, but it helps.

Penicillin sat on a shelf for ten years while I was called a quack.

The unprepared mind cannot see the outstretched hand of opportunity.

If penicillin can cure those that are ill, Spanish sherry can bring the dead back to life.

It is the lone worker who makes the first advance in a subject: the details may be worked out by a team, but the prime idea is due to the enterprise, thought, and perception of an individual.

(The discovery of penicillin) was a triumph of accident, a fortunate occurrence which happened while I was working on a purely academic bacteriological problem.

I play with microbes. There are, of course, many rules to this play…but when you have acquired knowledge and experience it is very pleasant to break the rules and to be able to find something nobody has thought of.

My family is from Morocco, and I was born and raised in Canada, but I’m an Indian at heart, for sure.

My mum had 14 pregnancies – but only four of us survived. We had a little sister born for a few days and she died. There had to be a funeral.

I feel like I was supposed to be born in the ’90s. Everything from that era needs to come back.

I was born a leader, never a follower. I never felt peer pressure. If the group goes left, I go right.

Hour 36 of labor. I pull at god’s necktie dig a hole at the hospital floor.

If you born in the mud, you gonna be dirty, and people don’t understand that.

Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here.

I’m not a natural born performer.