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Hippocrates

Physicians are many in title but very few in reality.

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What I may see or hear in the course of the treatment or even outside of the treatment in regard to the life of men, which on no account one must spread abroad, I will keep to myself holding such things shameful to be spoken about.

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What medicines do not heal, the lance will; what the lance does not heal, fire will.

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Silence is not only never thirsty, but also never brings pain or sorrow.

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