My river out there doesn't go straight at all.

It meets all sorts of obstacles, and is beset by all sorts of conflicting influences, and so is forced to wind and twist and work its way along; but, the big, splendid thing about the river is that it keeps going on.

It never stops to turn back.

No matter what happens to it, it never stops.

It goes on and on and on unto the very end, until it finally loses itself in the triumph of its own achievement,--the sea." "And you think that I can go on ?" he asked, doubtingly.
"I know you can go on," she answered with conviction.
"But, why are you so sure ?" "Perhaps," she returned, smiling, "seventy years makes one sure of some things." Ho exclaimed passionately: "But you do not know--you cannot know--how my life, my dreams, my plans, my hopes, my--everything--has been broken into bits!" She answered calmly, pointing to Elbow Rock: "Look there, Brian.