I am dying from the treatment of too many physicians.

To array a man's will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.

Water, air, and cleanness are the chief articles in my pharmacy.

The whole imposing edifice of modern medicine is like the celebrated tower of Pisa --slightly off balance.

Like a celestial chaperon, the placebo leads us through the uncharted passageways of mind and gives us a greater sense of infinity than if we were to spend all our days with our eyes hypnotically glued to the giant telescope at Mt. Palomar. What we see ultimately is that the placebo isn't really necessary and that the mind can carry out its difficult and wondrous missions unprompted by little pills. The placebo is only a tangible object made essential in an age that feels uncomfortable with intangibles, an age that prefers to think that every inner effect must have an outer cause. Since it has size and shape and can be hand-held, the placebo satisfies the contemporary craving for visible mechanisms and visible answers . The placebo, then, is an emissary between the will to live and the body.

Today's medicine is at the end of its road. It can no longer be transformed, modified, readjusted. That's been tried too often. Today's medicine must DIE in order to be reborn. We must prepare its complete renovation.

Some fell by laudanum, and some by steel, and death in ambush lay in every pill.

Chemotherapy and radiotherapy will make the ancient method of drilling holes in a patient's head to permit the escape of demons look relatively advanced. Toxic chemotherapy is a hoax. The doctors who use it are guilty of pre-meditated murder, and the use of cobalt and other methods of cancer treatment popular today effectively closes the door on cure.

We have to ask ourselves whether medicine is to remain a humanitarian and respected profession or a new but depersonalized science in the service of prolonging life rather than diminishing human suffering.

They had me on the operating table all day. They looked into my stomach, my gall bladder, they examined everything inside of me. Know what they decided? I need glasses.

To live by medicine is to live horribly.

Since the regimentation of Medicine by quacks and medical gangsters in control of the American Medical Association, this organization has become one of the most vicious rackets in the country.

It requires a great deal of faith for a man to be cured by his own placebos.

I was under medication when I made the decision not to burn the tapes.

The desire to take medicine is perhaps the greatest feature which distinguishes man from animals.

The only medicine that does women more good than harm is dress.

They do certainly give very strange, and newfangled, names to diseases.

He who lives by medical prescriptions lives miserably.

By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.

Some remedies are worse than the disease.

In medicine sins of commission are mortal, sins of omission are venial.

She saw she had fallen into the hands of one of those doctors who have strayed too far from apparent in the direction of the soul.