Let us never consider ourselves finished nurses....we must be learning all of our lives.

Nursing is a progressive art such that to stand still is to go backwards.

The most important practical lesson than can be given to nurses is to teach them what to observe.

Nature alone cures. ... what nursing has to do ... is to put the patient in the best condition for nature to act upon him.

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

I attribute my success to this - I never gave or took any excuse.

The very first requirement in a hospital is that it should do the sick no harm.

I never lose an opportunity of urging a practical beginning, however small, for it is wonderful how often in such matters the mustard-seed germinates and roots itself.

I think one's feelings waste themselves in words; they ought all to be distilled into actions which bring results.

The world is put back by the death of every one who has to sacrifice the development of his or her peculiar gifts to conventionality.

How very little can be done under the spirit of fear.

When you're dead, you're dead, and that's that.

When they were done downloading all the information off each hard drive, they took all the computers, all the literature, and loaded everything into a big white truck and left.

I'm sure one of the frustrations of being a Western enthusiast of Japanese food and culture is you're confronted every day with the absolute certainty that you will die ignorant.

I come from a pretty tough background and I learned a long time ago not to be bothered.

Everybody got a deal, I did it without one

the best of all good friends is pride.

I think whatever I've done, I hope I've earned a footnote in India's long and tortuous history.

A relentless barrage of 'why’s' is the best way to prepare your mind to pierce the clouded veil of thinking caused by the status quo. Use it often.

Why does everyone think that I am a cruel and insensitive man? I mean, come on, I have kids... on my desk in little jars!

The music of an unhappy people, of the children of disappointment; they tell of death and suffering and unvoiced longing toward a truer world, of misty wanderings and hidden ways.