Magic has power to experience and fathom things which are inaccessible to human reason. For magic is a great secret wisdom, just as reason is a great public folly.

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.

Don’t fear challenges. They often give us the opportunity to strengthen our courage, faith, and inner strength.

Sometimes Midas suspected that life was a film with subliminal messages. Things would move along with an acceptable degree of predictability, then be punctuated by some horrible childhood memory.

You have to learn to do everything even to die.

We forgive and forget. At least I forgive and he forgets.

We are bits of stellar matter that got cold by accident, bits of a star gone wrong.

There is fear, police in fear, people if are in fear, children are fear, but fear and hate must not drive our agenda, love and hope and healing must drive the agenda.

Selfishness, not love, is the actuating motive of the gallant.

Who can ever be alone for a moment in Italy? Every stone has a voice, every grain of dust seems instinct with spirit from the Past, every step recalls some line, some legend of long-neglected lore.

A man who saw a miracle would reject his eyes' witness, if those with him saw nothing.

Do what you like, but like what you do.