If a patient is cold, if a patient is feverish, if a patient is faint, if he is sick after taking food, if he has a bed-sore, it is generally the fault not of the disease, but of the nursing.

Nursing is one of the Fine Arts: I had almost said, the finest of Fine Arts.

I am not yet worthy; and I will live to deserve to be called a Trained Nurse.

I attribute my success to this - I never gave or took any excuse.

For it may safely be said, not that the habit of ready and correct observation will by itself make us useful nurses, but that without it we shall be useless with all our devotion.

That Religion is not devotion, but work and suffering for the love of God; this is the true doctrine of Mystics.

Passion, intellect, moral activity - these three have never been satisfied in a woman. In this cold and oppressive conventional atmosphere, they cannot be satisfied. To say more on this subject would be to enter into the whole history of society, of the present state of civilisation.