Most everyone I know feels frazzled and overwhelmed most of the time.

We have a duty to encourage one another. Many a time a word of praise or thanks or appreciation or cheer has kept a man on his feet. Blessed is the man who speaks such a word.

The secret to humor is surprise.

There was nothing wrong, he reminded himself, with healthy fear; only when it escalated into panic did it become a killer.

You have heard me speak of Professor Moriarty?" "The famous scientific criminal, as famous among crooks as— —" "My blushes, Watson!" Holmes murmured in a deprecating voice. "I was about to say, as he is unknown to the public." "A touch! A distinct touch!" cried Holmes. "You are developing a certain unexpected vein of pawky humour, Watson, against which I must learn to guard myself.

Never worry alone. When anxiety grabs my mind, it is self-perpetuating. Worrisome thoughts reproduce faster than rabbits, so one of the most powerful ways to stop the spiral of worry is simply to disclose my worry to a friend... The simple act of reassurance from another human being [becomes] a tool of the Spirit to cast out fear -- because peace and fear are both contagious.

Anxiety seems to be an intense desire for something, accompanied by a fear of the consequences of not receiving it.

Worry is a mild form of atheism.

There is no point treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad, saying, 'There now, hang on, you'll get over it.' Sadness is more or less like a head cold- with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.

The only way I could get comfortable around people was to make them laugh. I was an obedient girl, and humor was my one form of rebellion. I used comedy to deflect. Like, 'Hey, check out my zit!' - you know, making fun of yourself before someone else has a chance to.

'Nothing's Real' is about my first-ever panic attack, which I had about four months after getting my record deal.

I am a happy-go-lucky guy in real life. I like to chat a lot.