| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Disease |
| | | Disease is the retribution of outraged Nature. Hosea Ballou. | 1 |
| Disease is a hot-house plant. Haller. | 2 |
| Desperate diseases need desperate cures. Proverb. | 3 |
| Just disease to luxury succeeds. Pope. | 4 |
| Sickness seizes the body from bad ventilation. Ovid. | 5 |
| | Against diseases here the strongest fence, |
| Is the defensive virtue, abstinence. |
Herrick. | 6 |
| | That dire disease, whose ruthless power |
| Withers the beautys transient flower. |
Goldsmith. | 7 |
| | This sickness doth infect |
| The very life-blood of our enterprise. |
Shakespeare. | 8 |
| | O, hes a limb, that has but a disease; |
| Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy. |
Shakespeare. | 9 |
| He who cures a disease may be the skilfullest, but he that prevents it is the safest physician. T. Fuller. | 10 |
| Diseases of the mind impair the bodily powers. Ovid. | 11 |
| A wounded heart can with difficulty be cured. Goethe. | 12 |
| It is not the disease but neglect of the remedy which generally destroys life. From the Latin. | 13 |
| | Diseases desperate grown |
| By desperate appliance are relievd, |
| Or not at all. |
Shakespeare. | 14 |
| Before the curing of a strong disease, even in the instant of repair and health, the fit is strongest. Shakespeare. | 15 |
| Decay and disease are often beautiful, like the pearly tear of the shellfish and the hectic glow of consumption. Thoreau. | 16 |
| A bodily disease which we look upon as whole and entire within itself, may, after all, be but a symptom of some ailment in the spiritual part. Nath. Hawthorne. | 17 |
| Diseases crucify the soul of man, attenuate our bodies, dry them, wither them, shrivel them up like old apples, make them as so many anatomies. Burton. | 18 |
| | The surest road to health, say what they will, |
| Is never to suppose we shall be ill. |
| Most of those evils we poor mortals know |
| From doctors and imagination flow. |
Churchill. | 19 |
| | So when a raging fever burns, |
| We shift from side to side by turns; |
| And tis a poor relief we gain, |
| To change the place but keep the pain. |
Watts. | 20 |
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| | As man, perhaps, the moment of his breath, |
| Receives the lurking principle of death; |
| The young disease, that must subdue at length, |
| Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength. |
Pope. | 21 |
| The canter which the trunk conceals is revealed by the leaves, the fruit, or the flower. Metastasio. | 22 | | |
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