Let the young know they will never find a more interesting, more instructive book than the patient himself.

I am dying with the help of too many physicians.

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

Be temperate in wine, in eating, girls, and sloth, or the Gout will seize you.

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

When the physician said to him, “You have lived to be an old man,” he said, “That is because I never employed you as my physician.”

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

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.

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.

Well now, there’s a remedy for everything except death.

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.

Doctors don’t know everything really. They understand matter, not spirit. And you and I live in spirit.

All pain is one malady with many names.