Nature also forges man, now a gold man, now a silver man, now a fig man, now a bean man.

Nature also forges man, now a gold man, now a silver man, now a fig man, now a bean man.

Many have said of Alchemy, that it is for the making of gold and silver. For me such is not the aim, but to consider only what virtue and power may lie in medicines.

Silver’s sweet and gold’s our mother, but once you’re dead they’re worth less than that last shit you take as you lie dying.

If we want to make a statement about a man's nature on the basis of his physiognomy, we must take everything into account; it is in his distress that a man is tested, for then his nature is revealed.

You never win the silver. You only lose the gold.