The words that a father speaks to his children in the privacy of home are not heard by the world but as in whispering galleries they are clearly heard at the end and by posterity.

The truth is of course that history is not completed in modern commerce any more than philosophy is perfected in political economy. In other words there is nothing timeless or God-given about filling stations and penicillin and plastic bags.

The history of thought may be summed up in these words: it is absurd by what it seeks and great by what it finds.

In a sense words are encyclopedias of ignorance because they freeze perceptions at one moment in history and then insist we continue to use these frozen perceptions when we should be doing better.

Without words without writing and without books there would be no history there could be no concept of humanity.

In other words we have marketed our way into this health crisis.

The biggest public health challenge is rebuilding health systems. In other words if you look at cholera or maternal mortality or tuberculosis in Haiti they're major problems in Haiti but the biggest problem is rebuilding systems.

We hear of the wealth of nations of the powers of production of the demand and supply of markets and we forget that these words mean no more if they mean any thing then the happiness and the labor and the necessities of men.

Completeness? Happiness? These words don't come close to describing my emotions. There truly is nothing I can say to capture what motherhood means to me particularly given my medical history.

It is better wither to be silent or to say things of more value than silence. Sooner throw a pearl at hazard than an idle or useless word and do not say a little in many words but a great deal in a few.