Each of us bears his own Hell.
In his deepest heart there surge tremendous shame and madness mixed with sorrow and love whipped on by frenzy and a courage aware of its own worth.
O you who have borne even heavier things, to these too, God will grant an end!
Each draws to his best-loved.
Harsh necessity, and the newness of my kingdom, force me to do such things and to guard my frontiers everywhere.
We may be masters of our every lot By bearing it.