For the concept of a circuit of the blood does not destroy, but rather advances traditional medicine.

Very many maintain that all we know is still infinitely less than all that still remains unknown.

I profess to learn and to teach anatomy not from books but from dissections, not from the tenets of Philosophers but from the fabric of Nature.

The heart is the household divinity which, discharging its function, nourishes, cherishes, quickens the whole body, and is indeed the foundation of life, the source of all action.

Moderate labor of the body conduces to the preservation of health, and cares many initial diseases.

Civilization is only a series of victories against nature.

The heart of animals is the foundation of their life, the sovereign of everything within them, the sun of their microcosm, that upon which all growth depends, from which all power proceeds.

I appeal to your own eyes as my witness and judge.

Only by understanding the wisdom of natural foods and their effects on the body, shall we attain mastery of disease and pain, which shall enable us to relieve the burden of mankind.

As art is a habit with reference to things to be done, so is science a habit in respect to things to be known.

I avow myself the partisan of truth alone.

Go where your best prayers take you.

We will respond with a heavy hand to the brutal murder of Jews who came to pray and were killed by lowly murderers.

I mean, I don't like anyone who likes themselves too much.

Moths are the ones that freak me out. It's something to do with the way that, if they get squashed, they turn to dust. There's something very wrong about that. It all feels a bit Gothic.

When I do a film, usually I work from my director. That's my boss. The director is interpreting the writer's vision, and we all interpret it, and they create their own vision as well.

As a little kid, I was very shy.

People were laughing at me anyway, so I thought I might as well start charging them.

I was going to get an abortion the other day. I totally wanted an abortion. And it turns out I was just thirsty.

We each live in a private, distorted, individual world - stars turning in space, warmed for a moment by each other's light, then lost in infinite distance.

Our age of mechanization leads along a road ending with man himself as a machine. Only the spirit of singing can save us from this fate.