The Externals Are Simply So Many Props;

I Would Be So Exhausted By My Determination That I Had No Strength Left To Do The Actual Work.

How Rash To Assert That Man Shapes His Own Destiny. All He Can Do Is Determine His Inner Responses.

Everything Is Chance, Or Nothing Is Chance. If I Believed The First, I Would Be Unable To Live On, But I Am Not Yet Fully Convinced Of The Second.

We Have To Fight Them Daily, Like Fleas, Those Many Small Worries About The Morrow, For They Sap Our Energies. We Make Mental Provisions For The Days To Come, And Everything Turns Out Differently, Quite Differently. Sufficient Unto The Day. The Things That Have To Be Done Must Be Done, And For The Rest We Must Not Allow Ourselves To Become Infested With Thousands Of Petty Fears And Worries.

If One Finds The Strength To Deal With Small Things, One Finds It To Deal With The Large Ones As Well.