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

Disease is not of the body but of the place.

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

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

The sick man is the parasite of society.

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.

Health can make money, but money cannot make health.

He who dies of epidemic disease is a martyr.

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

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

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.

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