Dreams must be heeded and accepted. For a great many of them come true.

A mortal lives not through that breath that flows in and that flows out. The source of his life is another and this causes the breath to flow.

Poison is in everything, and no thing is without poison. The dosage makes it either a poison or a remedy.

What sense would it make or what would it benfit a physician if he discovered the origin of the diseases but could not cure or alleviate them?

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

This is alchemy, and this is the office of Vulcan; he is the apothecary and chemist of the medicine.

A little bit of beer is divine medicine.