Shall I do it? I will; so the end of my action be to do good unto men. Doth anything by way of cross or adversity happen unto me? I accept it, with reference unto the Gods, and their providence; the fountain of all things, from which whatsoever comes to pass, doth hang and depend

We're stretched thin, all of us; we vibrate; we quiver, we're always on the alert. Reign of terror, they used to say, but terror does not exactly reign. Instead it paralyzes. Hence the unnatural quiet.

But some people can't tell where it hurts. They can't calm down. They can't ever stop howling.

When push comes to shove, only one's own nightmares are of any interest or significance.

He's coming to hate the gratitude of women. It is like being fawned on by rabbits, or like being covered with syrup: you can't get it off.

A momentary psychotic break," I'd said. "The strain of being in a strange and debilitating environment, such as Canada, can have that effect.

Sanity is a valuable possession; I hoard it the way people once hoarded money.

Are stress and worry evidence of a soul too lazy, too undisciplined, to keep gaze fixed on God?

God cares about you and your needs. Bring them to Him in a spirit of worship and thanksgiving, knowing that He is mindful of your place in His creation.

God keeps the entire Universe in order, and still finds time to take a personal interest in you and me.

Worry is irrelevant. It alters nothing. When was the last time you solved a problem by worrying about it?

No one can pray and worry at the same time.