There are two days in the week upon which I do not worry: two carefree days kept sacredly free from fear and apprehension. One of these days is yesterday. Yesterday with its cares and frets and all its pains and aches, all its faults, its mistakes and blunders has passed forever beyond my recall. It was mine. It is God’s. And the other day that I do not worry about is tomorrow. Tomorrow, with all its possible adversities, its burdens, its perils, its large promise and poor performance, its failures and mistakes, is as far beyond my mastery as its dead sister, yesterday. Tomorrow is God’s day. It will be mine. There is left for myself, then, but one day in the week: today. Any woman can carry the burdens of just one day. Any man can resist temptations of today. It is only when we add the burdens of those two awful eternities, yesterday and tomorrow, that we break down.
Robert l. Burdette
And let none of you imagine evil in your hearts against his neighbour; and love no false oath: for all these are things that I hate, saith the LORD.
The King James Version