Clara Barton.

When dying President Garfield murmured: “The great heart of the nation will not let a soldier die,” I prayed God to hasten the time when every wounded soldier would be sustained by that sweet assurance. Clara Barton.

My business is staunching blood, and feeding fainting men.

Clara Barton.

I am so sorry for the necessity, so glad for the opportunity, of ministering with my own hand and strength to the dying wants of the patriot martyrs who fell for their country and mine.

Clara Barton.

I sometimes discuss the application of a compress, or a wisp of hay under a broken limb, but not the bearing of a political movement. Clara Barton.

I make gruel, not speeches; I write letters home for wounded soldiers, not political addresses. Clara Barton.

You must never so much as think whether you like it or not, whether it is bearable or not; you must never think of anything except the need, and how to meet it. Clara Barton.

If it has been granted to me to be ever so little service to those about me, in need of my help, He alone who granted me the privilege knows how grateful I am for it. Clara Barton.