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.

Poison is in everything, and no thing is without poison. The dosage makes it either a poison or a remedy.

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.

The art of healing comes from nature, not from the physician. Therefore the physician must start from nature, with an open mind.

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

Every physician must be rich in knowledge, and not only of that which is written in books; his patients should be his book, they will never mislead him.

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.

The highest degree of a medicine is Love.

The human body is vapor materialized by sunshine mixed with the life of the stars.

Dreams must be heeded and accepted. For a great many of them come true.

Fasting is the greatest remedy-- the physician within.

Some great men owe most of their greatness to the ability of detecting in those they destine for their tools the exact quality of strength that matters for their work.

her eyes are unfathomable to me, hostile, even, as if she had removed herself to a place where I cannot reach her - somewhere I cannot know.

The friend that you’re with makes you the friend that you are!

Man must strive and in striving he must err.

It's only when you hitch your wagon to something larger than yourself that you realize your true potential.

Indemnity for the past and security for the future.

Mini-Me was the pint sized clone that was the perpetuation of Dr. Evil's own legacy [in Austin Powers]. That concept earned the sequel.

memory, like a horrible malady, was eating his soul away

Lies were like acid, corrosive: They could dissolve trust in a heartbeat.

But now his dry and silent grieving for his lost wife must end, for there she stood, the fierce, recalcitrant, and fragile stranger, forever to be won again.