The Highest Degree Of A Medicine Is

The Art Of Medicine Has Its Roots In The Heart.

Once A Disease Has Entered The Body, All Parts Which Are Healthy Must Fight It: Not One Alone, But All. Because A Disease Might Mean Their Common Death. Nature Knows This; And Nature Attacks The Disease With Whatever Help She Can Muster.

Man Is Ill Because He Is Never Still.

All Numbers Are Multiples Of One, All Sciences Converge To A Common Point, All Wisdom Comes Out Of One Center, And The Number Of Wisdom Is One.

Alterius Non Sit Qui Suus Esse Potest. (let No Man Belong To Another That Can Belong To Himself.)