Prayer covers the whole of man's life. There is no thought, feeling, yearning, or desire, however low, trifling, or vulgar we may deem it, which if it affects our real interest or happiness, we may not lay before God and be sure of sympathy. His nature is such that our often coming does not tire him. The whole burden of the whole life of every man may be rolled on to God and not weary him, though it has wearied man.

We rarely confide in those who are better than we are.

Worry is a god, invisible but omnipotent. It steals the bloom from the cheek and lightness from the pulse; it takes away the appetite, and turns the hair gray.

Worry is like racing the engine of an automobile without letting in the clutch.

Worry is like a rocking chair-it keeps you moving but doesn't get you anywhere.

Worry is a futile thing, it's somewhat like a rocking chair, Although is keeps you occupied, it doesn't get you anywhere.

Worry never climbed a hill, worry never paid a bill, Worry never dried a tear, worry never calmed a fear, Worry never darned a heel, worry never cooked a meal, It never led a horse to water, nor ever did a thing it "oughter."

Worry doesn't help tomorrow's troubles, but it does ruin today's happiness.

Worry is a state of mind based on fear.

A problem not worth praying about is not worth worrying about.

What torments of grief you endured, from evils that never arrived.

"Worry" is a word that I don't allow myself to use.