“Time is that wherein there is opportunity, and opportunity is that wherein there is no great time.”

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.

It is changes that are chiefly responsible for diseases, especially the greatest changes, the violent alterations both in the seasons and in other things. (:)…regimen and temperature, and one period of life to another.

Extreme remedies are very appropriate for extreme diseases.

Healing in a matter of time, but it is sometimes also a matter of opportunity.

If for the sake of a crowded audience you do wish to hold a lecture, your ambition is no laudable one, and at least avoid all citations from the poets, for to quote them argues feeble industry.

The physician treats, but nature heals.

Whenever a doctor cannot do good, he must be kept from doing harm.

The physician must be able to tell the antecedents, know the present, and foretell the future — must mediate these things, and have two special objects in view with regard to disease, namely, to do good or to do no harm.

When the weather is hot, keep a cool mind. When the weather is cold, keep a warm heart.

I love England from head to toe. I love the weather, the people. I was there in the summer and it was nice. The people are so groovy.

I think all songs should have weather in them. Names of towns and streets, and they should have a couple of sailors. I think those are just song prerequisites.

At twilight time the smog makes a rainbow.

Weather abroad and weather in the heart alike come on Regardless of prediction.

The willow turns his back on inclement weather. And if he can do it, we can do it.

He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.

Big writers become a kind of shared climate.