It is forever unspeakable that man must suffer so. But you learn to control yourself, to work efficiently. ... I used to cry, and want to cry, but what do tears do? I was so proud when first I began to conquer. ... Your cheeks feel white just the same, but inside, not outside. Nobody can tell to look at you. Nobody.
To work hard and then loaf; to know hardship and then luxury, to learn about society and then color it with a dash of the wilds-is there anything quite so fine?
