What the horrors of war are, no one can imagine. They are not wounds and blood and fever, spotted and low, or dysentery, chronic and acute, cold and heat and famine. They are intoxication, drunken brutality, demoralization and disorder on the part of the inferior... jealousies, meanness, indifference, selfish brutality on the part of the superior.
Florence NightingaleMoral activity? There is scarcely such a thing possible! Everything is sketchy. The world does nothing but sketch.
Florence NightingaleWhen you see the natural and almost universal craving in English sick for their 'tea,' you cannot but feel that nature knows what she is about. ... A little tea or coffee restores them. ... There is nothing yet discovered which is a substitute to the English patient for his cup of tea.
Florence NightingaleI cannot remember the time when I have not longed for death. ... for years and years I used to watch for death as no sick man ever watched for the morning.
Florence Nightingale