Our First Journey Is To Find That

I Use The Word Nursing For Want Of A Better.

The Only English Patients I Have Ever Known Refuse Tea, Have Been Typhus Cases; And The First Sign Of Their Getting Better Was Their Craving Again For Tea.

Nursing Is An Art: And If It Is To Be Made An Art, It Requires An Exclusive Devotion As Hard A Preparation As Any Painter's Or Sculptor's Work; For What Is The Having To Do With Dead Canvas Or Dead Marble, Compared With Having To Do With The Living Body, The Temple Of God's Spirit? It Is One Of The Fine Arts: I Had Almost Said, The Finest Of Fine Arts.

Heaven Is Neither A Place Nor A Time.

Women Dream Till They Have No Longer The Strength To Dream; Those Dreams Against Which They So Struggle, So Honestly, Vigorously, And Conscientiously, And So In Vain, Yet Which Are Their Life, Without Which They Could Not Have Lived; Those Dreams Go At Last.