“The book of Nature is that which the physician must read; and to do so he must walk over the leaves.”

The dose makes the poison.

Every body consists of three ingredients. The names of these are Sulphur, Mercury, and Salt.

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

It is said that a wise man rules over the stars, but this does not mean that he rules over the influences which come from the stars in the sky. It means that he rules over the powers which exist in his own constitution.

It would be an error to try to build the Kingdom of Heaven upon envy. For nothing that is founded on envy can thrive; it must have another root.

Medicine is not merely a science but an art. The character of the physician may act more powerfully upon the patient than the drugs employed.

All that man needs for health and healing has been provided by God in nature, the Challenge of science is to find it.

Man is a microcosm, or a little world, because he is an extract from all the stars and planets of the whole firmament, from the earth and the elements; and so he is their quintessence.

What we should be after death, we have to attain in life, i.e. holiness and bliss. Here on earth the Kingdom of God begins.

Medicine is not only a science; it is also an art. It does not consist of compounding pills and plasters; it deals with the very processes of life, which must be understood before they may be guided.

As you talk, so is your heart.

Know that the philosopher has power over the stars, and not the stars over him.

This process is alchemy: its founder is the smith Vulcan.

Women’s regular bleeding engenders phantoms.

Life is like music, it must be composed by ear, feeling and instinct, not by rule. Nevertheless one had better know the rules, for they sometimes guide in doubtful cases, though not often.

All things are poisons. It is simply the dose that distinguishes between a poison and a remedy.

My sense is that the wonderful technology that we have to visualize the inside of the body often leaves physicians feeling that the exam is a waste of time and so they may shortchange the ritual.

The most beautiful carpet is the carpet made of autumn leaves!

The meaning of my thoughts started to float away from me, like leaves that fall from a tree into a river, I was the tree, the world was the river.

What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.

There Daphne’s Lover stopped, and thought it much The very leaves of her to touch: But Harvey, our Apollo, stopp’d not so; Into the Bark and Root he after her did go!

I can forgive you for leaving, but not for coming back.

So being able to be that person and then when you leave you’re yourself again

With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity the shadow of a certain rose looks just like an angel eating light.