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

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

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

The beginning of health lies in knowing the disease.

I reckon being ill as one of the great pleasures of life, provided one is not too ill and is not obliged to work till one is better.

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

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

Plagues are as certain as death and taxes.

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

I have learned much from disease which life could never have taught me anywhere else.

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

Disease generally begins that equality which death completes.

He who dies of epidemic disease is a martyr.