Between the amateur and the professional . . . there is a difference not only in degree but in kind.
BERNARD DEVOTOBetween the amateur and the professional . . . there is a difference not only in degree but in kind.
BERNARD DEVOTOThe trouble with Reason is that it becomes meaningless at the exact point where it refuses to act.
BERNARD DEVOTOYou can no more keep a martini in the refrigerator than you can keep a kiss there. The proper union of gin and vermouth is a great and sudden glory; it is one of the happiest marriages on earth and one of the shortest-lived.
BERNARD DEVOTOThe skillful man is, within the function of his skill, a different psychological organization. . . . A tennis player or a watchmaker or an airplane pilot is an automatism but he is also criticism and wisdom.
BERNARD DEVOTOThe best reason for putting anything down on paper is that one may then change it.
BERNARD DEVOTOThe dawn of knowledge is usually the false dawn.
BERNARD DEVOTOArt is man determined to die sane.
BERNARD DEVOTOYou can no more keep a Martini in the refrigerator than you can keep a kiss there.
BERNARD DEVOTOThe achieved West had given the United States something that no people had ever had before, an internal, domestic empire.
BERNARD DEVOTOSure the people are stupid: the human race is stupid. Sure Congress is an inefficient instrument of government. But the people are not stupid enough to abandon representative government for any other kind, including government by the guy who knows.
BERNARD DEVOTOWhen evening quickens in the street, comes a pause in the day’s occupation that is known as the cocktail hour.
BERNARD DEVOTOThe parks preserve it permanently in the inheritance of the American citizens.
BERNARD DEVOTOArt is the terms of an armistice signed with fate.
BERNARD DEVOTOThe only places where American medicine can fully live up to its possibilities are the teaching hospitals.
BERNARD DEVOTOHistory abhors determinism but cannot tolerate chance.
BERNARD DEVOTOThe heart wakens from coma and its dyspnea ends. Its strengthening pulse is to cross over into campground, to believe that the world has not been altogether lost or, if lost, then not altogether in vain.
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