I have learned that a man who makes trouble for others makes trouble for himself.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.
Most of the trouble in this world has been caused by folks who can't mind their own business, because they have no business of their own to mind, any more than a smallpox virus has.
There are a great many opinions in this world, and a good half of them are professed by people who have never been in trouble.
Do not be troubled for a language, cultivate your soul and she will show herself.
Do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Let the day's own trouble be sufficient for the day.
Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me.
Life is trouble. Only death is not. To be alive is to undo your belt and look for trouble.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
Borrow trouble for yourself, if that's your nature, but don't lend it to your neighbors.
I always prefer to believe the best of everybody, it saves so much trouble.
There are two insults which no human being will endure: The assertion that he hasn't a sense of humor, and the doubly impertinent assertion that he has never known trouble.
Life is a strange thing. Why this longing for life? It is a game which no man wins. To live is to toil hard and to suffer sore, till old age creeps heavily upon us and we throw down our hands on the cold ashes of dead fires. It is hard to live. In pain the babe sucks his first breath, in pain the old man gasps his last, and all his days are full of trouble and sorrow; yet he goes down to the open arms of death, stumbling, falling, with head turned backward, fighting to the last. And death is kind. It is only life and the things of life that hurt. Yet we love life and we hate death. It is very strange.
The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection.
The fundamental cause of the trouble is that in the modern world the stupid are cocksure while the intelligent are full of doubt.
Eros, again now, the loosen of limbs troubles me, / Bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature….
For many men, the acquisition of wealth does not end their troubles, it only changes them.
If you're in trouble, or hurt or need - go to the poor people. They're the only ones that'll help - the only ones.
There is an untroubled harmony in everything, a full consonance in nature; only in our illusory freedom do we feel at variance with it.