Disease makes men more physical, it leaves them nothing but body.

Health can make money, but money cannot make health.

Plagues are as certain as death and taxes.

Ours is an age which consciously pursues health, and yet only believes in the reality of sickness.

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

We should always presume the disease to be curable until its own nature proves it otherwise.

’Tis the destroyer, or the devil, that scatters plagues about the world.

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

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

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

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

Men take diseases, one of another. Therefore let men take heed of their company.

Diseases are not immutable entities but dynamic social constructions that have biographies of their own.