O Sleep, O Gentle Sleep, I Thought

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.

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.

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.

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.