He who dies of epidemic disease is a martyr.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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