Death from the bubonic plague is rated, with crucifixion, among the nastiest human experiences of all.

Disease is not of the body but of the place.

Health can make money, but money cannot make health.

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

The sick man is the parasite of society.

Disease generally begins that equality which death completes.

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

Men worry over the great number of diseases, while doctors worry over the scarcity of effective remedies.

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

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

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

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

If we wait for a pandemic to appear, it will be too late to prepare.