Man Is Ill Because He Is Never

Women's Regular Bleeding Engenders Phantoms.

The Art Of Medicine Cannot Be Inherited, Nor Can It Be Copied From Books

From Time Immemorial Artistic Insights Have Been Revealed To Artists In Their Sleep And In Dreams, So That At All Times They Ardently Desired Them.

Nothing Is Hidden So Much That It Wouldn't Be Revealed Through Its Fruit.

He Who Knows Nothing Loves Nothing. He Who Can Do Nothing Understands Nothing. He Who Understands Nothing Is Worthless. But He Who Understands Also Loves, Notices, Sees. The More Knowledge Is Inherent In A Thing, The Greater The Love.