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

Panic plays no part in the training of a nurse.

The record of one's life must needs prove more interesting to him who writes it than to him who reads what has been written.

As a girl my temper often got out of bounds. But one day when I became angry at a friend over some trivial matter, my mother said to me, Elizabeth, anyone who angers you conquers you.

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

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

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.