All pain is one malady with many names.

A miracle drug is any drug that will do what the label says it will do.

The only places where American medicine can fully live up to its possibilities are the teaching hospitals.

Health indeed is a precious thing, to recover and preserve which we undergo any misery, drink bitter potions, freely give our goods—restore a man to his health, his purse lies open to thee.

You can’t find the soul with a scalpel.

In the name of Hippocrates doctors have invented the most exquisite form of torture ever known to man: survival.

To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable.

The physician should look upon the patient as a besieged city and try to rescue him with every means that art and science place at his command.

To be sick is to enjoy monarchal prerogatives.

I am dying with the help of too many physicians.

No families take so little medicine as those of doctors, except those of apothecaries.

It is not a case we are treating; it is a living, palpitating, alas, too often suffering fellow creature.

Keep away from physicians. It is all probing and guessing and pretending with them. They leave it to nature to cure in her own time, but they take the credit. As well as very fat fees.