The Only English Patients I Have Ever

At Present We Live To Impede Each Other's Satisfactions; Competition, Domestic Life, Society, What Is It All But This?

The Craving For 'the Return Of The Day', Which The Sick So Constantly Evince, Is Generally Nothing But The Desire For Light.

For Us Who Nurse, Our Nursing Is A Thing, Which, Unless In It We Are Making Progress Every Year, Every Month, Every Week, Take My Word For It We Are Going Back. The More Experience We Gain, The More Progress We Can Make.

I Use The Word Nursing For Want Of A Better.

Averages ... Seduce Us Away From Minute Observation.