Poirot," I said. "I have been thinking." "An admirable exercise my friend. Continue it.
Agatha ChristieRead
Any medical man who predicts exactly when a patient will die, or exactly how long he will live, is bound to make a fool of himself. The human factor is always incalculable. The weak have often unexpected powers of resistance, the strong sometimes succumb.
Interpretation
Life and death are unpredictable, and no one can accurately foresee when someone will die.
This quote by Agatha Christie emphasizes the unpredictability of life and the inherent uncertainty in predicting human mortality. It reminds us that while we may attempt to assess medical conditions and outcomes, the complexities of the human spirit and resilience can defy our expectations, demonstrating that both the weak and strong individuals can exhibit surprising strengths or vulnerabilities when facing life-threatening situations.
In practice
This quote can be used in a medical seminar discussing the limitations of prognostics.
Poirot," I said. "I have been thinking." "An admirable exercise my friend. Continue it.
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If I were personally to define religion, I would say that it is a bandage that man has invented to protect a soul made bloody by circustance.
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So much universe, and so little time.
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