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

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

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

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

The beginning of health lies in knowing the disease.

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

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

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

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

He who dies of epidemic disease is a martyr.

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

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

Plagues are as certain as death and taxes.