Disease generally begins that equality which death completes.

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

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

Everyone who is sick is someone else’s patient zero.

What timid man does not avoid contact with the sick, fearing lest he contract a disease so near?

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

Hygienic law, like martial law, supersedes rights in crises.

The beginning of health lies in knowing the disease.

The passion for setting people right is in itself an afflictive disease.

The sick man is the parasite of society.

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

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

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