Paracelsus (1493 – 1541)
Alchemist, physician, astrologer, and general occultist.
The art of medicine has its roots in the heart. If your heart is false, then also the doctor in you is false. If it is fair, then also the doctor is fair.
Consider that we shouldn’t call our brother a fool, since we don’t know ourselves what we are.
What maintains the marriage and what is it? Only the knowledge of the hearts, that is its beginning and end.
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.
Belief and work, knowledge and action are one and the same thing.
So I have been a wanderer all my life, alone and a stranger feeling alien.
Nothing is hidden so much that it wouldn’t be revealed through its fruit.
What we should be after death, we have to attain in life, i.e. holiness and bliss. Here on earth the Kingdom of God begins.
The human body is vapor materialized by sunshine mixed with the life of the stars.
That which the dream shows is the shadow of such wisdom as exists in man, even if during his waking state he may know nothing about it ... We do not know it because we are fooling away our time with outward and perishing things, and are asleep in regard to that which is real within ourself.
Who else is the enemy of Nature but he who mistakes himself for more intelligent than Nature, though it is the highest school for all of us?
All substances are poisons; there is none which is not a poison. The right dose differentiates a poison and a remedy.
God did not create the planets and stars with the intention that they should dominate man, but that they, like other creatures, should obey and serve him.
God, our Father, has given us the life and the art of healing to protect and maintain it.
We have Divine Wisdom in the mortal body.Whatever does harm to the body, ruins the House of the Eternal.
In us there is the Light of Nature, and that Light is God.
What else is the help of medicine than love?
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.
He who conquers his enemy with meekness, wins fame.
Life is like music, it must be composed by ear, feeling and instinct, not by rule. Nevertheless one had better know the rules, for they sometimes guide in doubtful cases, though not often.