God never built a Christian strong enough to carry today's duties and tomorrow's anxieties piled on the top of them.

Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity

The misfortunes hardest to bear are these which never came.

Who's not sat tense before his own heart's curtain.

Anxiety is a thin stream of fear trickling through the mind. If encouraged, it cuts a channel into which all other thoughts are drained.

Anxiety about the future never profits; we feel no evil until it comes, and when we feel it, no counsel helps; wisdom is either too early or too late.

Neither comprehension nor learning can take place in an atmosphere of anxiety.

Cast your cares on God; that anchor holds.

If some great catastrophe is not announced every morning, we feel a certain void. nothing in the paper today , we sigh.