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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


Throw physic to the dogs, I’ll none of it.


Time is generally the best doctor.


  • A wise physician, skill’d our wounds to heal,
  • Is more than armies to the public weal.
  • Pope.

    Physician, heal thyself.


    The purse of the patient often protracts his case.


  • Joy, and Temperance, and Repose,
  • Slam the door on the doctor’s nose.
  • Longfellow.

    A man who pours drugs of which he knows little into a body of which he knows less.


    We have not only multiplied diseases, but we have made them more fatal.


    Physic, for the most part, is nothing else but the substitute of exercise or temperance.


    Though fancy may be the patient’s complaint, necessity is often the doctor’s.


    Physicians are the cobblers, rather the botchers, of men’s bodies; as the one patches our tattered clothes, so the other solders our diseased flesh.

    John Ford.

    Physicians, of all men, are most happy; whatever good success soever they have the world proclaimeth, and what faults they commit the earth covereth.


    They have no other doctor but sun and the fresh air, and that such an one as never sends them to the apothecary.


    A republic of philosophers, such as speculative men are fond of forming in imagination, but which was never known.


    Guy Patin recommends to a patient to have no doctor but a horse, and no apothecary but an ass!


    In the actual condition of medical science, the physician mostly plays but the part of simple spectator of the sad episodes which his profession furnishes him.


    I think you might dispense with half your doctors, if you would only consult Doctor Sun more, and be more under the treatment of these great hydropathic doctors, the clouds!


    Some persons will tell you, with an air of the miraculous, that they recovered although they were given over; whereas they might with more reason have said, they recovered because they were given over.


  • I do remember an apothecary,—
  • And hereabouts he dwells,—whom late I noted
  • In tatter’d weeds, with overwhelming brows,
  • Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,
  • Sharp misery had worn him to the bones.
  • Shakespeare.

    Nothing is more estimable than a physician who, having a studied nature from his youth, knows the properties of the human body, the diseases which assail it, the remedies which will benefit it, exercises his art, with caution, and pays equal attention to the rich and the poor.