My mother used to say, 'He who angers you, conquers you!' But my mother was a saint.

He looked at the book, took my name, and consulted his records. Then he informed me I had been lost at sea and was dead. Under the circumstances, he could not possibly give me any money... Even the fact that he was dealing with someone who had been dead for several days failed to awaken interest in his official heart.

Memories do not always behave in an orderly way, but bloom, as it were, erratically.

Fortunately, perhaps, I was completely ignorant of the orthodox theory of the disease polio-myelitis.

It is easier to recount grievances and slights than it is to set down a broad redress of such grievances and slights. The reason is that one fears to be thought of as an arrant braggart.

O sleep, O gentle sleep, I thought gratefully, Nature's gentle nurse.

Panic plays no part in the training of a nurse.