That Which Lives On Reason Lives Against

What The Eyes Perceive In Herbs Or Stones Or Trees Is Not Yet A Remedy; The Eyes See Only The Dross.

The Art Of Medicine Has Its Roots In The Heart.

A Little Bit Of Beer Is Divine Medicine.

The Main Reason For Healing Is Love.

Time Is A Brisk Wind, For Each Hour It Brings Something New... But Who Can Understand And Measure Its Sharp Breath, Its Mystery And Its Design?