There Is No Part Of My Life,

The Amount Of Relief And Comfort Experienced By The Sick After The Skin Has Been Carefully Washed And Dried, Is One Of The Commonest Observations Made At A Sick Bed.

We Are What We Repeatedly Do. Excellence, Then, Is Not An Act, But A Habit. Aristotle How Very Little Can Be Done Under The Spirit Of Fear.

A Human Being Does Not Cease To Exist At Death. It Is Change, Not Destruction, Which Takes Place.

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

The First Possibility Of Rural Cleanliness Lies In Water Supply.