... People Have Founded Vast Schemes Upon

Nursing Is One Of The Fine Arts: I Had Almost Said, The Finest Of Fine Arts.

I Think One's Feelings Waste Themselves In Words; They Ought All To Be Distilled Into Actions Which Bring Results.

The Night Is Given To Us To Take Breath, To Pray, To Drink Deep At The Fountain Of Power.

Diseases, As All Experience Shows, Are Adjectives, Not Noun Substantives.

All Disease, At Some Period Or Other Of Its Course, Is More Or Less A Reparative Process, Not Necessarily Accompanied With Suffering: An Effort Of Nature To Remedy A Process Of Poisoning Or Of Decay, Which Has Taken Place Weeks, Months, Sometimes Years Beforehand, Unnoticed.