“Three enemies of personal peace: regret over yesterday’s mistakes, anxiety over tomorrow’s problems, and ingratitude for today’s blessings.”

Today is a most unusual day, because we have never lived it before; we will never live it again; it is the only day we have.

The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.

Raised voices lower esteem. Hot tempers cool friendships. Loose tongues stretch truth. Swelled heads shrink influence. Sharp words dull respect.

If you would be interesting, be interested, if you would be pleased, be pleasing, if you would be loved, be loveable, if you would be helped be helpful.

Opportunities are like sunrises. If you wait too long, you miss them.

The essence of life is to care. The beauty of life is to give.

Our greatest challenge-our greatest opportunity-is found in these words: ‘Choose ye this day.’

Optimists enrich the present, enhance the future, challenge the improbable and attain the impossible.

The adventure of life is to learn.

Everyone has a common, yet unique, responsibility to the future: to make the most of today.

Vow to be valiant. Resolve to be radiant. Determine to be dynamic. Strive to be sincere. Aspire to be attuned.

To the optimist all doors have handles and hinges; to the pessimist, all doors have locks and latches.

Real optimism is aware of problems but recognizes the solutions.

The more we count the blessings we have, the less we crave the luxuries we haven’t.

Gratitude can transform common days into thanksgivings, turn routine jobs into joy, and change ordinary opportunities into blessings.”

A friend is one who joyfully sings with you when you are on the mountaintop, and silently walks beside you through the valley.

Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith.

People are less self-conscious in the intimacy of family life and during the anxiety of a great sorrow. The dazzling varnish of an extreme politeness is then less in evidence, and the true qualities of the heart regain their proper proportions.

Every writer knows that unless you were born gifted with either supreme confidence or outsize ego, handing in your work holds, in some cases, admitted terror. If that’s too strong, at least fairly high anxiety.

Loving yourself is holding your own hand while you shake with anxiety.

I wake up every morning with the worst anxiety. I don’t know why. I have, like, a problem.

There is great beauty in going through life without anxiety or fear. Half our fears are baseless, and the other half discreditable.

Sicknesses, losses, crosses, anxieties and disappointments seem absolutely needful to keep us humble, watchful and spiritual-minde d. They are as needful as the pruning knife to the vine and the refiner’s furnace to the gold.

It is a general popular error to suppose the loudest complainers for the public to be the most anxious for its welfare.