Men who are occupied in the restoration of health to other men, by the joint exertion of skill and humanity, are above all the great of the earth. They even partake of divinity, since to preserve and renew is almost as noble as to create.

There is among doctors, in acute hospitals at least, a presumption of stupidity in their patients.

Keep away from physicians. It is all probing and guessing and pretending with them. They leave it to Nature to cure in her own time, but they take the credit. As well as very fat fees.

Every physician almost hath his favourite disease.

God heals, and the doctor takes the fees.

Doctors cut, burn, and torture the sick, and then demand of them an undeserved fee for such services.

As long as men are liable to die and are desirous to live, a physician will be made fun of, but he will be well paid.

There's a sort of decency among the dead, a remarkable discretion: you never find them making any complaint against the doctor who killed them!

Who ever saw one physician approve of another's prescription, without taking something away, or adding something to it?

A physician can sometimes parry the scythe of death, but has no power over the sand in the hourglass.