Medicine is not only a science; it is also an art. It does not consist of compounding pills and plasters; it deals with the very processes of life, which must be understood before they may be guided.

Nature also forges man, now a gold man, now a silver man, now a fig man, now a bean man.

Dreams are not without meaning wherever they may come from — from fantasy, from the elements, or from another inspiration.

Thoughts create a new heaven, a new firmament, a new source of energy, from which new arts flow.

Once a disease has entered the body, all parts which are healthy must fight it: not one alone, but all. Because a disease might mean their common death. Nature knows this; and Nature attacks the disease with whatever help she can muster.

He who knows nothing loves nothing. He who can do nothing understands nothing. He who understands nothing is worthless. But he who understands also loves, notices, sees. The more knowledge is inherent in a thing, the greater the love.

For it is we who must pray for our daily bread, and if He grants it to us, it is only through our labour, our skill and preparation.