C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


I am sure care’s an enemy to life.


As rust eats iron, so care eats the heart.

A. Ricard.

To carry care to bed is to sleep with a pack on your back.


Care, admitted as guest, quickly turns to be master.


Cast all your care on God; that anchor holds.


Many of our cares are but a morbid way of looking at our privileges.

Sir Walter Scott.

Second-hand cares, like second-hand clothes, come easily off and on.


  • Care that is once enter’d into the breast
  • Will have the whole possession ere it rest.
  • Johnson.

  • Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt;
  • And every grin so merry draws one out.
  • Dr. Wolcot.

  • Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye,
  • And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.
  • Shakespeare.

    Some must watch while some must sleep, so runs the world away.


    Providence has given us hope and sleep as a compensation for the many cares of life.


    Care seeks out wrinkled brows and hollow eyes, and builds himself caves to abide in them.

    Beaumont and Fletcher.

    Care is no cure, but rather corrosive for things that are not to be remedied.


    Care may acquire wealth, which, when acquired, care must guard and worry about.


  • But can the noble mind for ever brood,
  • The willing victim of a weary mood,
  • On heartless cares that squander life away,
  • And cloud young Genius bright’ning into day?
  • Campbell.

    O, polished perturbation! golden care that keepest the ports of slumber open wide to many a watchful night!


    Black care sits behind all sorts of horses, and gives a trink-gilt to postilions all over the map.


    All cares appear twice as large as they really are, owing to their emptiness and darkness; and so is it with the grave.


    Cares are often more difficult to throw off than sorrows; the latter die with time, the former grow upon it.


    He who climbs above the cares of this world and turns his face to his God, has found the sunny side of life.


    God gives us power to bear all the sorrows of His making; but He does not give us power to bear the sorrows of our own making, which the anticipation of sorrow most assuredly is.

    Alexander Maclaren.

    Our cares are the mothers, not only of our charities and virtues, but of our best joys and most cheering and enduring pleasures.


    Eat not thy heart; which forbids to afflict our souls, and waste them with vexatious cares.


    Why art thou troubled and anxious about many things? One thing is needful—to love Him and to sit attentively at His feet.


    He that taketh his own cares upon himself loads himself in vain with an uneasy burden. I will cast all my cares on God; He hath bidden me; they cannot burden Him.

    Bishop Hall.

  • I could lie down like a tired child,
  • And weep away the life of care
  • Which I have borne, and yet must bear.
  • Shelley.

  • Begone, old Care, and I prithee begone from me;
  • For i’ faith, old Care, thee and I shall never agree.
  • Playford.

  • Although my cares do hang upon my soul
  • Like mines of lead, the greatness of my spirit
  • Shall shake the sullen weight off.
  • Clapthorne.

    I met a brother who, describing a friend of his, said he was like a man who had dropped a bottle and broken it, and put all the pieces in his bosom, where they were cutting him perpetually.

    H. W. Beecher.

  • But human bodies are sic fools,
  • For a’ their colleges and schools,
  • That when nae real ills perplex them,
  • They make enow themselves to vex them.
  • Burns.

  • And the night shall be filled with music,
  • And the cares that infest the day
  • Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,
  • And as silently steal away.
  • Longfellow.

  • All creatures else a time of love possess,
  • Man only clogs with care his happiness,
  • And while he should enjoy his part of bliss,
  • With thoughts of what may be, destroys what is.
  • Dryden.

    Quick is the succession of human events; the cares of to-day are seldom the cares of to-morrow; and when we lie down at night, we may safely say to most of our troubles, “Ye have done your worst, and we shall meet no more.”


  • Still though the headlong cavalier,
  • O’er rough and smooth, in wild career,
  • Seems racing with the wind;
  • His sad companion, ghastly pale,
  • And darksome as a widow’s veil,
  • Care keeps her seat behind.
  • Horace.

    Men do not avail themselves of the riches of God’s grace. They love to nurse their cares, and seem as uneasy without some fret as an old friar would be without his hair girdle. They are commanded to cast their cares upon the Lord, but even when they attempt it, they do not fail to catch them up again, and think it meritorious to walk burdened.