Disease (n.) is an autopsy carried out in the darkness of the body — dissection of the living.
Disease (n.) lies buried in the hospital patient like a cryptogram, and the hospital doctor's task is to find it there.
Disease (n.) seemed to retreat ever deeper into an unreachable process the more exactly anatomy pinned down its seat.
Disease (n.) is a combustion: the doctor must know not the ashes it leaves behind but the species of the burning.
Disease (n.) is both disorder — a perilous otherness at the heart of life — and a natural thing with its own constants and types.
Disease (n.) exists only in what can be seen, and therefore only in what can be said — that is the founding wager of clinical medicine.
Disease (n.) in the eighteenth century was best seen at home, left in its natural environment to reveal itself in its vegetal truth.
Disease (n.) is no longer a species lodging in the body wherever it can; it is the body itself that has fallen ill.
Disease (n.) took on the figure of a great organic vegetation, with its own ways of sprouting, of taking root, and its own favoured regions of growth.
Disease (n.) is a deviation within life — no longer an event or a nature brought in from outside, but life itself working on a bent course.
Disease (n.) has, for the clinic, no essence hiding behind its symptoms: everything in it is phenomenon, and the collection of its symptoms is the disease.
Disease (n.) exists in space before it exists for sight: with Broussais the rule of localization overtook the rule of visibility.
Disease (n.) lay, for classificatory medicine, on one plane and in one moment — a portrait, all surface, without depth and without development.
Disease (n.) broke away from the metaphysics of evil it had belonged to for centuries, and found in the visibility of death the full, positive form of its content.
Disease (n.) was, for the classifiers, a carbon copy of life: the reason that orders living things is the very reason that orders whatever threatens them.
Disease (n.) changes with the age: war and famine bred fear and exhaustion, the slackened patriotism of the sixteenth century bred lust and gluttony and the illnesses that go with them.
Disease (n.) states its truth to two senses at once: it has one meaning, but only the eye that sees and the ear that listens, taking turns, can restore it whole.
Disease (n.) lost its being in 1816: it became nothing but a complex movement of tissues reacting to an irritating cause — no more essential diseases, no more essences of disease.
Disease (n.) has not always lived in the sick man's body: the exact overlap of the two is a temporary fact of history, one we are only now beginning to leave behind.
Disease (n.) came to fill exactly the space of the organism, with nothing left over: the medicine of diseases ended, and a medicine of pathological reactions began.