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.

Secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.

We can easily manage if we will only take, each day, the burden appointed to it. But the load will be too heavy for us if we carry yesterday's burden over again today, and then add the burden of the morrow before we are required to bear it.

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."

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

You'll break the worry habit the day you decide you can meet and master the worse that can happen to you.

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

It is said that our anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strength.