The beginning of health lies in knowing the disease.

The sick man is the parasite of society.

Disease generally begins that equality which death completes.

He who dies of epidemic disease is a martyr.

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

’Tis a portentous sign / When a man sweats and at the same time shivers.

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

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

Disease is not of the body but of the place.

All the world is topsy-turvy, and it has been topsy-turvy ever since the plague.

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

How sickness enlarges the dimension of a man’s self to himself! He is his own exclusive object.

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