Our First Journey Is To Find That

[on Thomas Babington Macaulay:] He Was A Most Disagreeable Companion To My Fancy ... His Conversation Was A Procession Of One.

Life Is A Hard Fight, A Struggle, A Wrestling With The Principle Of Evil, Hand To Hand, Foot To Foot. Every Inch Of The Way Is Disputed. The Night Is Given Us To Take Breath, To Pray, To Drink Deep At The Fountain Of Power. The Day, To Use The Strength Which Has Been Given Us, To Go Forth To Work With It Till The Evening.

When Shall We See A Life Full Of Steady Enthusiasm, Walking Straight To Its Aim, Flying Home, As That Bird Is Now, Against The Wind - With The Calmness And The Confidence Of One Who Knows The Laws Of God And Can Apply Them?

I Am Not Yet Worthy; And I Will Live To Deserve To Be Called A Trained Nurse.

Never Give Nor Take An Excuse.