The art of medicine has its roots in the heart.
For one country is different from another; its earth is different, as are its stones, wines, bread, meat, and everything that grows and thrives in a specific region.
Dreams must be heeded and accepted. For a great many of them come true.
Thoughts create a new heaven, a new firmament, a new source of energy, from which new arts flow.
Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new.
And it is true, best is nothing concealed which shall not be discovered; for which cause a marvellous being shall come after me, who as yet lives not, and who shall reveal many things.