You would attain to the divine perfection, And yet not turn your back upon the world

His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can; And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man

Oh, fear not in a world like this, and thou shalt know erelong, know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.

Our ingress into the world / Was naked and bare; / Our progress through the world / Is trouble and care.

Every heart has its secret sorrows which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad

In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.