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

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

I can expect no sympathy or help from my family.

Remember my name-- you'll be screaming it later.

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

For us who Nurse, our Nursing is a thing, which, unless in it we are making progress every year, every month, every week, take my word for it we are going back. The more experience we gain, the more progress we can make.

Volumes are now written and spoken upon the effect of the mind upon the body. Much of it is true. But I wish a little more was thought of the effect of the body on the mind.