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

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

He who dies of epidemic disease is a martyr.

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

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

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

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

Disease is not of the body but of the place.

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

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

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

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

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