My Mother Used To Say,

Panic Plays No Part In The Training Of A Nurse.

A Measure Of Victory Has Been Won, And Honors Have Been Bestowed In Token Thereof. But Honours Fade Or Are Forgotten, And Monuments Crumble Into Dust. It Is The Battle Itself That Matters - And The Battle Must Go On.

His Response Was Remarkable For Its Irrelevance, If For Nothing Else.

O Sleep, O Gentle Sleep, I Thought Gratefully, Nature's Gentle Nurse.

My Mother Used To Say, 'he Who Angers You, Conquers You!' But My Mother Was A Saint.