The art of medicine was to be properly learned only from its practice and its exercise.

Read Don Quixote; it is a very good book; I still read it frequently.

We are overwhelmed as it is, with an infinite abundance of vaunted medicaments, and here they add another one.

A man is as old as his arteries.

The generality have considered that disease is but a confused and disordered effort in Nature, thrown down from her proper state, and defending herself in vain.

Physick, says Sydenham, is not to bee learned by going to Universities, but hee is for taking apprentices; and says one had as good send a man to Oxford to learn shoemaking as practising physick.

Disease is nothing else but an attempt on the part of the body to rid itself of morbific matter.