The Record Of One's Life

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

As A Girl My Temper Often Got Out Of Bounds. But One Day When I Became Angry At A Friend Over Some Trivial Matter, My Mother Said To Me, Elizabeth, Anyone Who Angers You Conquers You.

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

Some Minds Remain Open Long Enough For The Truth Not Only To Enter But To Pass On Through By Way Of A Ready Exit Without Pausing Anywhere Along The Route.

Panic Plays No Part In The Training Of A Nurse.