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

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.

Speaking unspoken words, music is a good way to say.

Do I think all contemporary Christian music is good? No.

In painting, you can suddenly come upon something so huge that no-one can deal with it.

Man usually believes, if only words he hears, That also with them goes material for thinking. [Ger., Gewohnlich glaubt der Mensch, wenn er nur Worte hort, Es musse sich dabei doch auch was denken.]

Francesca: It's still a bit cold yet. Michael: Never stopped John and me. Francesca: Yes, well, you're Scottish. Your blood circulates quite well half frozen.

We all have a dark side. Most of us go through life avoiding direct confrontation with that aspect of ourselves, which I call the shadow self. Theres a reason why. It carries a great deal of energy.

It's nice when they notice the deep voice from across the house, and they know it's papa. They know it's Dad.

If I'm dead," he murmured. "Why does it hurt so much?

That's the only way I could describe the music. It was the sonic equivalent of flight

The Bauhaus fights imitation, inferior craftsmanship and artistic dilettantism