I was going to have cosmetic surgery until I noticed that the doctor’s office was full of portraits by Picasso.
I was always shocked when I went to the doctor’s office and they did my X-ray and didn’t find that I had eight more ribs than I should have or that my blood was the color green.
In the name of Hypocrites, doctors have invented the most exquisite form of torture ever known to man: survival.
In terms of fitness and battling through cancer, exercise helps you stay strong physically and mentally.
Illness is the doctor to whom we pay most heed; to kindness, to knowledge, we make promise only; pain we obey.
Mammograms are really sort of a gift. You can either catch something early or count your lucky stars because nothing was discovered. Either way, you’re ahead of the game.
The best doctor is the one you run to and can’t find.
Cancer affects all of us, whether you’re a daughter, mother, sister, friend, coworker, doctor, patient.
When I told my doctor I couldn’t afford an operation, he offered to touch-up my X-rays.
I am dying from the treatment of too many physicians.
I’m by no means condemning prescription medicine for mental health. I’ve seen it save a lot of people’s lives.
Walking is man’s best medicine.
Doctors will have more lives to answer for in the next world than even we generals.
In the sick room, ten cents’ worth of human understanding equals ten dollars’ worth of medical science.
You may not be able to read a doctor’s handwriting and prescription, but you’ll notice his bills are neatly typewritten.
If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn’t brood. I’d type a little faster.
To array a man’s will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.
The human body experiences a powerful gravitational pull in the direction of hope. That is why the patient’s hopes are the physician’s secret weapon. They are the hidden ingredients in any prescription.
Disease is the retribution of outraged Nature.
Three-quarters of the sicknesses of intelligent people come from their intelligence. They need at least a doctor who can understand this sickness.
Disease is an experience of a so-called mortal mind. It is fear made manifest on the body.
I went to the doctor and he said I had acute appendicitis, and I said compared to who?
Modern medicine is a negation of health. It isn’t organized to serve human health, but only itself, as an institution. It makes more people sick than it heals.
The great secret of doctors, known only to their wives, but still hidden from the public, is that most things get better by themselves; most things, in fact, are better in the morning.
The greatest evil is physical pain.
