It ploughs no furrows in brow and cheek; it does not hollow the eyes and drag all the facial muscles downward.

These are misdeeds of worry--your familiar demon, and the curse of our sex everywhere.

A good man--who, by the way, had a pale, harassed-looking wife--once told me that on each birthday and New Year's he retired to his study and spent some time behind the locked door in making good resolutions for the coming year.
"I may not keep them all," he said, ingenuously, "but the exercise of forming them is edifying." With the thought of his wan and worried wife in mind, I shocked him by declining for my part to undertake such a big contract as resolutions for a year, a month or a week.

If I live to a good old age, I shall owe the blessing in a great measure to the discovery, years ago, that I am hired not by the job, but by the day.

If you, dear friend, will receive this truth into a good and honest heart, and believing, abide in and live by it, you will find it the very elixir of life to your spirit.
Come down from the pillar of observation.