United States Air Force Medical Service/medical Branches

Famous quotes containing the words united states, united, states, air, force, medical, service and/or branches:

    It is said that the British Empire is very large and respectable, and that the United States are a first-rate power. We do not believe that a tide rises and falls behind every man which can float the British Empire like a chip, if he should ever harbor it in his mind.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    It is a curious thing to be a woman in the Caribbean after you have been a woman in these United States.
    Zora Neale Hurston (1891–1960)

    My opinion is that the Northern states will manage somehow to muddle through.
    John Bright (1811–1889)

    He will place a tax on the air you breathe and on the bread you eat; he will give you a legislation which is as legitimate as it is unjust and instead of reasons, he’ll give you laws. These will grow in the course of time, until you no longer exist for yourselves but for others.
    Franz Grillparzer (1791–1872)

    While I shall not vote for the prohibition amendment, I would like to see a good, wholesome expression of temperance sentiment.... Personally I do not resort to force—not even the force of law—to advance moral reforms. I prefer education, argument, persuasion, and above all the influence of example—of fashion.
    Rutherford Birchard Hayes (1822–1893)

    They said I’d never get you back again.
    I tell you what you’ll never really know:
    all the medical hypothesis
    that explained my brain will never be as true as these
    struck leaves letting go.
    Anne Sexton (1928–1974)

    Service ... is love in action, love “made flesh”; service is the body, the incarnation of love. Love is the impetus, service the act, and creativity the result with many by-products.
    Sarah Patton Boyle, U.S. civil rights activist and author. The Desegregated Heart, part 3, ch. 3 (1962)

    Think how stood the white pine tree on the shore of the Chesuncook, its branches soughing with the four winds, and every individual needle trembling in the sunlight,—think how it stands with it now,—sold, perchance, to the New England Friction-Match Company!
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)