If We Are So Contemptibly

Confusion Is The Main Cause Of Worry

Anyone Can Do His Work, However Hard, For One Day. Anyone Can Live Sweetly, Patiently, Lovingly, Purely, Till The Sun Goes Down. And This Is All That Life Really Means.

Don't Fuss About Trifles. Don't Permit Little Things-the Mere Termites Of Life-to Ruin Your Happiness.

One Of The Most Appalling Comments On Our Present Way Of Life Is That At One Time Half Of All The Beds In Our Hospitals Were Reserved For Patients With Nervous And Mental Troubles, Patients Who Had Collapsed Under The Crushing Burden Of Accumulated Yesterdays And Fearful Tomorrows. Yet A Vast Majority Of Those People Would Be Walking The Streets Today, Leading Happy, Useful Lives — If They Had Only Heeded The Words Of Jesus: “have No Anxiety About The Morrow”; Or The Words Of Sir William Osler: "live In Day-tight Compartments."

The Chronic Kicker, Even The Most Violent Critic, Will Frequently Soften And Be Subdued In The Presence Of A Patient, Sympathetic Listener— A Listener Who Will Be Silent While The Irate Fault-finder Dilates Like A King Cobra And Spews The Poison Out Of His System.