All disease, at some period or other of its course, is more or less a reparative process, not necessarily accompanied with suffering: an effort of nature to remedy a process of poisoning or of decay, which has taken place weeks, months, sometimes years beforehand, unnoticed.

Heaven is neither a place nor a time.

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.

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

Live life when you have it. Life is a splendid gift-there is nothing small about it.

Moral activity? There is scarcely such a thing possible! Everything is sketchy. The world does nothing but sketch.

do not engage in any paper wars. You will convince nobody and arrive at no satisfaction yourself.