He who angers you conquers you.

It's better to be a lion for a day than a sheep all your life.

Some minds remain open long enough for the truth not only to enter but to pass on through by way of a ready exit without pausing anywhere along the route.

Panic plays no part in the training of a nurse.

I was wholly unprepared for the extraordinary attitude of the medical world in its readiness to condemn anything that smacked of reform or that ran contrary to approved methods of practice.

As a girl my temper often got out of bounds. But one day when I became angry at a friend over some trivial matter, my mother said to me, Elizabeth, anyone who angers you conquers you.

It is easier to recount grievances and slights than it is to set down a broad redress of such grievances and slights. The reason is that one fears to be thought of as an arrant braggart.

His response was remarkable for its irrelevance, if for nothing else.

Memories do not always behave in an orderly way, but bloom, as it were, erratically.

My mother used to say, 'He who angers you, conquers you!' But my mother was a saint.

The American doctor possesses a combination of conservatism and... an eagerness to know what it is really all about, in order that he may not be the one left behind if there is something to it.

I may be compelled to face danger, but never fear it, and while our soldiers can stand and fight, I can stand and feed and nurse them.

It takes me three or four years to research and write each book and the individual stories stay with you for a long time afterwards.

Tactics is the art of using troops in battle; strategy is the art of using battles to win the war

I'm going to be honest, I would love for Flava Flav to be president. It would bring a lot of excitement to the country.

If you really want a true confrontation, you treat your opponent with respect.

If you're lucky enough to have a parent or two alive, call them. Don't text, don't email. Call them. Listen to them for as long as they want to talk to you.

I would especially like to re-court the Muse of poetry, who ran off with the mailman four years ago, and drops me only a scribbled postcard from time to time.

When you feel down, go be a blessing to somebody else.

Mankind can be very magnanimous, given the chance.

The perfect classroom is Paris.