Nursing is one of the Fine Arts: I had almost said, the finest of Fine Arts.
after several months of probation work, standing on my feet some ten to twelve hours a day, I decided that as a nurse I was a pretty good entertainer.
Sister Mary was a nurse and nurses, whatever their creed, are primarily nurses, which had a lot to do with wearing your watch upside down, keeping calm in emergencies, and dying for a cup of tea.
I am not yet worthy; and I will live to deserve to be called a Trained Nurse.
I actually wanted to be a nurse, of all things.
The trained nurse has become one of the great blessings of humanity, taking a place beside the physician and the priest.
I use the word nursing for want of a better.
Nurses never tell you what they know. They're hired for their cheeriness and the thickness of their hair. They need to look alive and healthy, to give the patients something to aim for.
it isn't mere love and good-will that is needed in a sick-room; it needs knowledge and experience.
