“The patient must combat the disease along with the physician.”

Get knowledge of the spine, for this is the requisite for many diseases

The life so short, the craft so long to learn.

Foolish the doctor who despises the knowledge acquired by the ancients.

Of several remedies, the physician should choose the least sensational.

The forms of diseases are many and the healing of them is manifold.

A physician who is a lover of wisdom is the equal to a god.

All disease begins in the gut.

Life is short, science is long; opportunity is elusive, experiment is dangerous, judgement is difficult.

Many admire, few know.

Rest as soon as there is pain.

Life is short, and the Art long; the occasion fleeting; experience fallacious, and judgment difficult. The physician must not only be prepared to do what is right himself, but also to make the patient, the attendants, and externals cooperate.

Nature itself is the best physician.

Health is the greatest of human blessings.

A physician without a knowledge of Astrology has no right to call himself a physician.

It is most necessary to know the nature of the spine. One or more vertebrae may or may not go out of place very much and if they do, they are likely to produce serious complications and even death, if not properly adjusted. Many diseases are related to the spine.

There is one common flow, one common breathing, all things are in sympathy.

The many of us who attain what we may and forget those who help us along the line we’ve got to remember that there are so many others to pull along the way. The farther they go, the further we all go.

No matter what anyone says, no matter the excuse or explanation, whatever a person does in the end is what he intended to do all along.

If you have a surreal life like I do, you’ve got to have fun along the way.

Get thee behind me Satan, and push me along. I’m kin to the devil.

Remain calm, serene, always in command of yourself. You will then find out how easy it is to get along.

When you learn to get along with yourself, you will know how to get along with everybody.

A woman gets angry when a man denies his faults, because she knew them all along. His lying mocks her affection; it is the deceit that angers her more than the faults.

Somewhere along the way, she weaved herself so deeply into my veins I can’t fucking inhale without her breathing life into me.