If we wait for a pandemic to appear, it will be too late to prepare.

Even diseases have lost their prestige, there aren’t so many of them left.

Infectious disease is one of the few genuine adventures left in the world.

Diseases, at least many of them, are like human beings. They are born, they flourish, and they die.

Health care delivery is one of the tragedies still in America.

The diseases of the present have little in common with the diseases of the past save that we die of them.

If they prescribe a lot of remedies for some sickness or other, it means that the sickness is incurable.

Disease generally begins that equality which death completes.

In times of pestilence, gaiety and joyousness are most profitable.

He who dies of epidemic disease is a martyr.

The sick man is the parasite of society.

The best quarantine is hygiene.

Death from the bubonic plague is rated, with crucifixion, among the nastiest human experiences of all.