Which fiddle-strings is weakness to expredge my nerves this night!

He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper.

Family dinners are more often than not an ordeal of nervous indigestion, preceded by hidden resentment and ennui and accompanied by psychosomatic jitters.

'Never put off until tomorrow what you can do today.' Under the influence of this pestilent morality, I am forever letting tomorrow's work slop backwards into today's, and doing painfully and nervously today what I could do quickly and easily tomorrow.

One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important.

If you're not just a little bit nervous before a match, you probably don't have the expectations of yourself that you should have.