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

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

He who dies of epidemic disease is a martyr.

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

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

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

Disease generally begins that equality which death completes.

Health can make money, but money cannot make health.

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