Christ, if he had been a woman, might have been nothing but a great complainer

We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit. Aristotle How very little can be done under the spirit of fear.

Variety of form and brilliancy of colour in the objects presented to patients are actual means of recovery.

It may seem a strange principle to enunciate as the very first requirement in a Hospital that it should do the sick no harm. It is quite necessary nevertheless to lay down such a principle.

The craving for 'the return of the day', which the sick so constantly evince, is generally nothing but the desire for light.

I 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.

The world is put back by the death of every one who has to sacrifice the development of his or her peculiar gifts to conventionality.