He who dies of epidemic disease is a martyr.

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

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.

Health can make money, but money cannot make health.

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

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

It is strange indeed that the more we learn about how to build health, the less healthy Americans become.

The sick man is the parasite of society.

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

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

Disease is not of the body but of the place.

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