Variety Of Form And Brilliancy Of Colour

Go Into A Room Where The Shutters Are Always Shut (in A Sick-room Or A Bed-room There Should Never Be Shutters Shut), And Though The Room Be Uninhabited-though The Air Has Never Been Polluted By The Breathing Of Human Beings, You Will Observe A Close, Musty Smell Of Corrupt Air-of Air Unpurified By The Effect Of The Sun's Rays.

What The Horrors Of War Are, No One Can Imagine. They Are Not Wounds And Blood And Fever, Spotted And Low, Or Dysentery, Chronic And Acute, Cold And Heat And Famine. They Are Intoxication, Drunken Brutality, Demoralization And Disorder On The Part Of The Inferior... Jealousies, Meanness, Indifference, Selfish Brutality On The Part Of The Superior.

Hospitals Are Only An Intermediate Stage Of Civilization

The Next Christ Will Perhaps Be A Female Christ.

Diseases, As All Experience Shows, Are Adjectives, Not Noun Substantives.