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.

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

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

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

Plagues are as certain as death and taxes.

The best quarantine is hygiene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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