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

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

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

We should always presume the disease to be curable until its own nature proves it otherwise.

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

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

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

Health in all lands is among the indispensable guarantees of human progress.

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

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

Plagues are as certain as death and taxes.

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

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