Forgiveness is an act of the will, and the will can function regardless of the temperature of the heart.

When a train goes through a tunnel and it gets dark, you don't throw away the ticket and jump off. You sit still and trust the engineer.

Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow. It empties today of its strength.

The measure of a life, after all, is not its duration, but its donation.

Worry is a cycle of inefficient thoughts whirling around a center of fear.