A man plants corn, wheat, barley, potatoes--or trees, that take five, seven years to come to bearing, such as the orange, olive, walnut, date, etc.

Let him fret ever so much, worry all he likes, chafe and fret every hour; let him go and dig up his seeds or plants to urge their upgrowing; let him even swear in his impatient worry and threaten to smash all his machinery, discharge his men, and turn his stock loose; Nature goes on her way, quietly, unmoved, serenely, unhurried, undisturbed by the folly of the one creature of earth who is so senseless as to worry--viz., man.
Many a man's hair has turned gray, and many a woman's brow and cheeks have become furrowed because of fretful, impatient worry over something that could not be changed, or hastened, or improved.
My conception of life is that manhood, womanhood, should rise superior to any and all conditions and circumstances.

Whatever happens, Spirit should be supreme, superior, in control.

And until we learn that lesson, life, so far, has failed.

Inasmuch as we do learn it, life has become a success..