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

I was wholly unprepared for the extraordinary attitude of the medical world in its readiness to condemn anything that smacked of reform or that ran contrary to approved methods of practice.

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.

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.

His response was remarkable for its irrelevance, if for nothing else.

He who angers you conquers you.