For the sick it is important to have the best.

I can expect no sympathy or help from my family.

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

The night is given to us to take breath, to pray, to drink deep at the fountain of power.

There is a physical, not moral, impossibility of supplying the wants of the intellect in the state of civilisation at which we have arrived.

The 'kingdom of heaven is within,' indeed, but we must also create one without, because we are intended to act upon our circumstances.

Rather, ten times, die in the surf, heralding the way to a new world, than stand idly on the shore.