“In those days I, Virgil, was nursed of sweet Parthenope, and rejoiced in the arts of inglorious ease.”

“INGLORIOUS friend! most confident I am
Thy life is one of very little ease;
Albeit men mock thee with their similes
And prate of being "happy as a clam!"”

“True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,
As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.”

“The nurse is the night
To wake to, to die in: and the day I live,
The world and its life are her dreams.”

“Sweet Phosphor, bring the day
Whose conquering ray
May chase these fogs;
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!

Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
Light will repay
The wrongs of night;
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!”

“But yonder comes the powerful king of day,
Rejoicing in the east.”

“Patients are not consumers, but sick, scared, vulnerable. Doctors and nurses are practicing a calling, a vocation, a craft and an art.”

“Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie.”

“The danger of an adventure is worth a thousand days of ease and comfort”

“Philip Marlow: You're the girl in all those songs. De-dum.
Nurse Mills: What songs?
Philip Marlow: The songs, the songs, the bloody, bloody songs.
Nurse Mills: I wish I knew what you were talking about.
Philip Marlow: The songs you hear coming up the stair.
Nurse Mills: Sorry?
Philip Marlow: When you're a child, when you're supposed to be asleep. Those songs.”