Is life to be one mere whirling around of the cage of useless toil or pleasure, of mere imagining that you are doing something?
Work with an object.

Know your object, that it is worthy the highest endeavor of a human being, and then pursue it with a divine enthusiasm that no obstacle can daunt, an ardor that no weariness can quench.

Then it is you will begin to live.

There is no life in _worry_.

Worry is a waste of life.