The True Poetry Of Life: The Poetry

Care More For The Individual Patient Than For The Special Features Of The Disease. . . . Put Yourself In His Place . . . The Kindly Word, The Cheerful Greeting, The Sympathetic Look - These The Patient Understands.

A Library Represents The Mind Of Its Collector, His Fancies And Foibles, His Strength And Weakness, His Prejudices And Preferences. Particularly Is This The Case If, To The Character Of A Collector, He Adds - Or Tries To Add - The Qualities Of A Student Who Wishes To Know The Books And The Lives Of The Men Who Wrote Them. The Friendships Of His Life, The Phases Of His Growth, The Vagaries Of His Mind, All Are Represented.

Nature, The Great Moloch, Which Exacts A Frightful Tax Of Human Blood, Sparing Neither Young Nor Old; Taking The Child From The Cradle, The Mother From Her Babe, And The Father From The Family.

Let Each Hour Of The Day Have Its Allotted Duty, And Cultivate That Power Of Concentration Which Grows With Its Exercise.

Variability Is The Law Of Life, And As No Two Faces Are The Same, So No Two Bodies Are Alike, And No Two Individuals React Alike And Behave Alike Under The Abnormal Conditions Which We Know As Disease.