There must be quite a few things a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them.

You can’t find the soul with a scalpel.

He is the best physician who is the most ingenious inspirer of hope.

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

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

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

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.

To be sick is to enjoy monarchal prerogatives.

I am dying with the help of too many physicians.

All pain is one malady with many names.

I have yet, I believe, some years in store, for I have a good state of health and a happy mind, and I take care of both by nourishing the first with temperance and the latter with abundance. This, I believe, you will allow to be the true philosophy of life.

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

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.”