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

Diseases are not immutable entities but dynamic social constructions that have biographies of their own.

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.

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

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

If we wait for a pandemic to appear, it will be too late to prepare.

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

He who dies of epidemic disease is a martyr.

Health can make money, but money cannot make health.

How sickness enlarges the dimension of a man’s self to himself! He is his own exclusive object.

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

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

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