“Consider that we shouldn’t call our brother a fool, since we don’t know ourselves what we are.”

The most secure method, to ruin your health, is a SICK BED!

Be not another, if you can be yourself.

Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new.

I am different. Let this not upset you.

However, anyone to whom this happens should not leave his room upon awakening, should speak to no-one, but remain alone and sober until everything comes back to him, and he recalls the dream.

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.

Time 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?

Magic has power to experience and fathom things which are inaccessible to human reason. For magic is a great secret wisdom, just as reason is a great public folly.

We do not know it because we are fooling away our time with outward and perishing things, and are asleep in regard to that which is real within ourself.

All numbers are multiples of one, all sciences converge to a common point, all wisdom comes out of one center, and the number of wisdom is one.

But is not He who created it for the sake of the sick body more than the remedy? And is not He who cures the soul, which is more than the body, greater?

If we want to make a statement about a man’s nature on the basis of his physiognomy, we must take everything into account; it is in his distress that a man is tested, for then his nature is revealed.

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.

That which lives on reason lives against the spirit.

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

It should be forbidden and severely punished to remove cancer by cutting, burning, cautery, and other fiendish tortures. It is from nature that the disease comes, and from nature comes the cure, not from physicians.

Last but not least my family. My brother Tony, I love you. Thank you for beating me up when I was a kid. I always wanted to follow in your footsteps.

The most dangerous word in any human tongue is the word for brother. It’s inflammatory.

Good ones don’t have time to bother with success or getting rich.

I came from a big family – two brothers and two sisters. So, there were always a ton of boys around and a ton of girls around. So, I grew up comfortable with both sexes.

I had no desire to be an film actress, to always play somebody else, to be always beautiful with somebody constantly straightening out your every eyelash. It was always a big bother to me.

I thought it was a fun thing to do, but we stepped outside my brother’s school and he was mortified!

I’ll never forget the time my mother showed up with her best friend and two daughters, and all four of us dressed up in matching clothes, shoes and hats to go pick up my brother from school.

We all tend to be in the same circles – people like my Wu-Tang brothers, or Black Thought from The Roots.