He who angers you conquers you.

Some minds remain open long enough for the truth not only to enter but to pass on through by way of a ready exit without pausing anywhere along the route.

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

A measure of victory has been won, and honors have been bestowed in token thereof. But honours fade or are forgotten, and monuments crumble into dust. It is the battle itself that matters - and the battle must go on.

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.

I'd like to live every moment of my life, but not a moment after.

Panic plays no part in the training of a nurse.