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

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

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

Disease is not of the body but of the place.

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

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

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.

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

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

The best quarantine is hygiene.

Disease generally begins that equality which death completes.

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