Every moment of worry weakens the soul for its daily combat.

Whatever we really are, that let us be, in all fearlessness. Whatever we are not, that let us cease striving to be.

Life is large. We cannot possibly grasp the whole of it in the few years that we have to live. What is vital? What is essential? What may we profitably let go?

Be wise in the use of time. The question in life is not "how much time do we have?" The question is "what shall we do with it?"

Every moment of worry weakens the soul for its daily combat.

It is not our failures that distress us so much as our idiocies.

Let us assume nothing, and we shall not be moritifed.