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

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

Disease generally begins that equality which death completes.

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

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

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

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

The beginning of health lies in knowing the disease.

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