In light of all the “Worry isn’t Work” and “how to I manage my inbox” talk lately, this essay by Robert Louis Stevenson (written over 100 years ago), mentioned in the aforelinked post, deserves its own link.
Here’s another quotable lines:
He sows hurry and reaps indigestion; he puts a vast deal of activity out to interest, and receives a large measure of nervous derangement in return. Either he absents himself entirely from all fellowship, and lives a recluse in a garret, with carpet slippers and a leaden inkpot; or he comes among people swiftly and bitterly, in a contraction of his whole nervous system, to discharge some temper before he returns to work.
And with the advent of Twitter, Facebook, and a million other things to distract us, this essay is now more relevant to more people.