He who dies of epidemic disease is a martyr.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.