Gems of Thought: Worry

Gems of Thought III— WORRY "The easiest way to stop worrying is to stop worrying." — Edmond J. Kiefer. "We can sing away our cares easier llian we can reason them away. ' — Beecher. "Overwork gets altogether too many cusses for the crimes committed by overworry." — Selected. "The man who worries is a hit of a coward; he) dreads the future, regrets the past, and is a rebel against the present." — Everett Spring. "As a truth it has become an axiom that worry kills infinitely more people than hard work, and tbere is nothing more useless in life than worry." — Everett Spring. "Our anxieties are mostly artificial and are bred indoors under the stifling oppression of walls and roof s — and a day in the open will often dispel them like a cloud." — Orson' Swett Marden. "Our life might be easier and simpler than we make it, the world might be a happier place than it is; there is no need of struggle, con- vulsions, and despairs; we miscreate our own evils." — Emerson. "The frightened horse shies at a harmless object and often rushes, from fear, headlong to injury or destruction. Men, too, are seen at times, shying from the path of safety, happiness and success, from fear of harm- less obstacles." — Lift. "To reckon dangers too curiously, to hearken too intently for the threat that runs through all the winning music of the world, to hold back the hand from the rose because of the thorn, and from life because of death; that it is to he afraid of Pan, (The Piper)." — Stevenson. "Worry poisons the system, kills love, kindness and generosity, de- stroys the ability to think logically, makes the best food taste like Dead Sea fruit, fills the road to slumberland with briers and brambles and tacks that puncture, and is never found in the kit of the man bent on discovering the pole of success." — Scrap Book. "Fret not, neither be anxious. What God intends to do, he will do. Peace, why these fears? Life is too short for mean anxieties; Soul, thou must work, though blindfold." — Canon Kingsley. "The little things that fretted me, I lost them yesterday Among the fields above the sea, among the winds at play; Among the lowing of the herds, the rustling of the trees; Among the singing of the birds, the humming of the bees." Mrs. Browning.