When I was 12 years old, I read 'Nancy Drew' mysteries and biographies of Madame Curie and Florence Nightingale and books about… — Joyce Maynard Copy Share Image
The chorus-ending from Aristophanes, raised every night from every ditch that drains into the Mediterranean, hoarse and primeval as the raven's croak,… — G. M. Trevelyan Copy Share Image
In these days before antiseptics, doctors themselves also suffered high mortality rates. Florence Nightingale, a nurse during the Crimean War (1853-1856), watched… — Sam Kean Copy Share Image
What's the biggest thing you've zapped with a fireball?' I asked. 'That would be a tiger,'said Nightingale. 'Well don't tell Greenpeace,' I… — Ben Aaronovitch Copy Share Image
The great pulsation of nature beats too in my breast, and when I carol aloud, I am answered by a thousand-fold echo.… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Observers in the full enjoyment of their bodily senses pity me, but it is because they do not see the golden chamber… — Helen Keller Copy Share Image
We all admire the courageous person and quite often consider the individual who lacks courage, a coward. However, that is not how… — Bob Proctor Copy Share Image
I go into my library, and all history unrolls before me. I breathe the morning air of the world while the scent… — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
To die, is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, Is self from self: a deadly banishment!… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When Whitney Houston died, I felt great sadness. My sadness, of course, was about our collective loss - when you listened to… — James Belushi Copy Share Image
Heaven has its business and earth has its business: those are two separate things. Heaven, that's the angels' pasture; they are happy;… — Jacques Roumain Copy Share Image
Music exists when rhythmic, melodic or harmonic order is deliberately created, and consciously listened to, and it is only language-using, self-conscious creatures… — Roger Scruton Copy Share Image
Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening's close, Up yonder hill the village murmur rose; There as I passed, with careless… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
What else can I do, a lame old man, but sing hymns to God? If I were a nightingale, I would do… — Epictetus Copy Share Image
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
