Time Is A Brisk Wind, For Each

The Art Of Medicine Has Its Roots In The Heart.

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

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.

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?

Man Is Ill Because He Is Never Still.