O Sleep, O Gentle Sleep, I Thought

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.

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

The Record Of One's Life Must Needs Prove More Interesting To Him Who Writes It Than To Him Who Reads What Has Been Written.

I Was Wholly Unprepared For The Extraordinary Attitude Of The Medical World In Its Readiness To Condemn Anything That Smacked Of Reform Or That Ran Contrary To Approved Methods Of Practice.

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