It occupies the mind with that which is injurious and thus keeps out the things that might benefit and bless.

It is an active and real manifestation of the fable of the man who placed the frozen asp in his bosom.

As he warmed it back to life the reptile turned and fatally bit his benefactor.

Worry is as a dangerous, injurious book, the reading of which not only takes up the time that might have been spent in reading a good, instructive, and helpful book, but, at the same time, poisons the mind of the reader, corrupts his soul with evil images, and sets his feet on the pathway to destruction.
Why is it that creatures endowed with reason distress themselves and everyone around them by worrying?
It might seem reasonable for the wild creatures of the wood--animals without reason--to worry as to how they should secure their food, and live safely with wilder animals and men seeking their blood and hunting them; but that men and women, endued with the power of thought, capable of seeing the why and wherefore of things, should worry, is one of the strange and peculiar evidences that our so-called civilization is not all that it ought to be.

The wild Indian of the desert, forest, or canyon seldom, if ever, worries.