All arts lie in man, though not all are apparent. Awakening brings them out. To be taught is nothing; everything is in man waiting to be awakened.
ParacelsusTime is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new... but who can understand and measure its sharp breath, its mystery and its design?
ParacelsusAll things are poisons, for there is nothing without poisonous qualities. It is only the dose which makes a thing poison.
Paracelsus