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

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.

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.

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

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

Health in all lands is among the indispensable guarantees of human progress.

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

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

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

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

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