It Irritates Me To Be Told How

My Business Is Staunching Blood, And Feeding Fainting Men.

It Irritates Me To Be Told How Things Have Always Been Done. I Defy The Tyranny Of Precedent. I Cannot Afford The Luxury Of A Closed Mind.

Everybody's Business Is Nobody's Business, And Nobody's Business Is My Business.

I Wonder If A Soldier Ever Does Mend A Bullet Hole In His Coat?

Oh Northern Mothers Wives And Sisters, All Unconscious Of The Hour, Would To Heaven That I Could Bear For You The Concentrated Woe Which Is So Soon To Follow, Would That Christ Would Teach My Soul A Prayer That Would Plead To The Father For Grace Sufficient For You, God Pity And Strengthen You Every One.