More men die of worry than of work, because more men worry than work.

The chance is the remotest, Of its going much longer unnoticed, That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race

I turned to speak to God About the world's despair But to make bad matters worse I found God wasn't there.

Suddenly, quietly, you realize that - from this moment forth - you will no longer walk through this life alone. Like a new sun this awareness arises within you, freeing you from fear, opening your life. It is the beginning of love, and the end of all that came before.

Two such as you with such a master speed Cannot be parted nor be swept away

The mind-is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with the mind- Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me That I need learn to let go with the heart.

I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed.