I have yet, I believe, some years in store, for I have a good state of health and a happy mind, and I take care of both by nourishing the first with temperance and the latter with abundance. This, I believe, you will allow to be the true philosophy of life.

It is not a case we are treating; it is a living, palpitating, alas, too often suffering fellow creature.

A miracle drug is any drug that will do what the label says it will do.

To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable.

To be sick is to enjoy monarchal prerogatives.

Let me recommend the best medicine in the world: a long journey, at a mild season, through a pleasant country, in easy stages.

Doctors don’t know everything really. They understand matter, not spirit. And you and I live in spirit.

I am dying with the help of too many physicians.

Well now, there’s a remedy for everything except death.

If a patient is poor, he is committed to a public hospital as “psychotic”; if he can afford the luxury of a private sanitarium, he is put there with the diagnosis of “neurasthenia”; if he is wealthy enough to be isolated in his own home under constant watch of nurses and physicians, he is simply an indisposed “eccentric.”

Be temperate in wine, in eating, girls, and sloth, or the Gout will seize you.

There must be quite a few things a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them.

Let the young know they will never find a more interesting, more instructive book than the patient himself.