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

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.

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.

The best quarantine is hygiene.

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

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

Plagues are as certain as death and taxes.

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

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

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

In times of pestilence, gaiety and joyousness are most profitable.

The sick man is the parasite of society.