Worry affects the circulation, the heart, the glands, the whole nervous system. I have never known a man who died read more

Worry affects the circulation, the heart, the glands, the whole nervous system. I have never known a man who died from over work, but many who died from doubt.

Depression moods lead, almost invariably, to accidents. But, when they occur, our mood changes again, since the accident shows we read more

Depression moods lead, almost invariably, to accidents. But, when they occur, our mood changes again, since the accident shows we can draw the world in our wake, and that we still retain some degree of power even when our spirits are low. A series of accidents creates a positively light-hearted state, out of consideration for this strange power.

Depression is nourished by a lifetime of ungrieved and unforgiven hurts

Depression is nourished by a lifetime of ungrieved and unforgiven hurts

Quit worrying about your health. It'll go away.

Quit worrying about your health. It'll go away.

Do not worry if you have built your castles in the air. They are where they should be. Now put read more

Do not worry if you have built your castles in the air. They are where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.

Every evening I turn my worries over to God. He's going to be up all night anyway.

Every evening I turn my worries over to God. He's going to be up all night anyway.

Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia.

Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia.

Early in my business career I learned the folly of worrying about anything. I have always worked as hard as read more

Early in my business career I learned the folly of worrying about anything. I have always worked as hard as I could, but when a thing went wrong and could not be righted, I dismissed it from my mind.

I start to feel like I can’t maintain the facade any longer, that I may just start to show through. read more

I start to feel like I can’t maintain the facade any longer, that I may just start to show through. And I wish I knew what was wrong. Maybe something about how stupid my whole life is. I don’t know. Why does the rest of the world put up with the hypocrisy, the need to put a happy face on sorrow, the need to keep on keeping on?... I don’t know the answer, I know only that I can’t. I don't want any more vicissitudes, I don't want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I’ve had it. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.