As a cure for worrying, work is better than whiskey.

Keep cool: it will be all one a hundred years hence.

To be a star, you must shine your own light, follow your own path, and don't worry about the darkness, for that is when the stars shine brightest

What torments of grief you endured, from evils that never arrived

Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up

If I know your sect, I anticipate your argument