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

The best quarantine is hygiene.

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

He who dies of epidemic disease is a martyr.

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

The sick man is the parasite of society.

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

Health can make money, but money cannot make health.

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

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

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

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