“Eunuchs do not take the gout, nor become bald.”

Whoever wishes to investigate medicine should proceed thus: In the first place, consider the seasons of the year and what effect each of them produces.

Prayer indeed is good, but while calling on the gods a man should himself lend a hand.

Sport is a preserver of health.

About medications that are drunk or applied to wounds it is worth learning from everyone; for people do not discover these by reasoning but by chance, and experts not more than laymen.

He who wishes to be a surgeon should go to war.

Things that are holy are revealed only to men who are holy.

The natural force within each of us is that greatest healer of all.

In all abundance there is lack.

I will follow that system of regimen which, according to my ability and judgment, I consider for the benefit of my patients, and abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous.

Men think epilepsy divine, merely because they do not understand it. We will one day understand what causes it, and then cease to call it divine. And so it is with everything in the universe.

To do nothing is sometimes a good remedy.

When in sickness, look to the spine first.

Science is the father of knowledge, but opinion breeds ignorance.

Our food should be our medicine and our medicine should be our food.

It is better to be full of drink than full of food.

All parts of the body which have a function, if used in moderation and exercised in labors in which each is accustomed, become thereby healthy, well developed and age more slowly, but if unused they become liable to disease, defective in growth and age quickly.

What am I supposed to do if I go bald? Get a wig? Fat, goofy, gay, wig.

I was an only child. I lost both my parents. By the time I was twenty I was bald. I’m homosexual.

Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.

Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are bald. Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are carrotty. Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are one-eyed. He who kisses you, Philaenis, sins against nature.

Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.

I know I been bald but I just wanted to remind y’all I’m still that bitch.

I dragged my pain into the darkness, I carried it into the light – No matter where I choose to take it, This pain refuses to subside. I washed my sins off in the ocean, I prayed all my badness away, Whichever God I choose to worship, I cannot make my soul be saved.

She was getting fat and he was getting bald. As promised, they were growing old together.