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

The beginning of health lies in knowing the disease.

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

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

He who dies of epidemic disease is a martyr.

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

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

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

Health can make money, but money cannot make health.

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

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.

Men take diseases, one of another. Therefore let men take heed of their company.

If they prescribe a lot of remedies for some sickness or other, it means that the sickness is incurable.