The disease with which the human mind now labors is want of faith

It is dainty to be sick, if you have leisure and convenience for it.

As men's prayers are a disease of the will, so are their creeds a disease of the intellect

All diseases run into one, old age.

Poverty, Frost, Famine, Rain, Disease, are the beadles and guardsmen that hold us to Common Sense.

As every man is hunted by his own daemon, vexed by his own disease, this checks all his activity.