No matter if every man you ever knew has proved false, true manhood still IS.

If every friend you ever had has betrayed your friendship, loyal friendship still IS.

If you have found nothing in your experience but dishonesty and falsehood and infidelity and hypocrisy, it is only because you have been unfortunate in your experience; because honesty and fidelity and sincerity are existing FACTS.

They are the very foundation facts of life, and can no more fail life than the river can fail to reach the sea.
"'Your little individual experience, my little individual experience,--what are they?
They are nothing more than the tiny bubbles, swirls, ripples, and breaks on the surface of the great volume of water that flows so inevitably onward.

The bit of foam, the tiny wave caused by twig or branch or blade of water-grass, or the great rocks and cliffs that make the roaring whirlpools and rapids,--do they stay the waters, or turn the river back on its course, or in any way prevent its onward flow?
No more can the twigs of circumstances, or the boughs of environment, or the grasses of accident that make the tiny waves of our individual experiences,--or even the great rocks and cliffs of national or racial import,--such as wars, and pestilence, and famine,--finally check or stay the river of life in its onward flow toward the sea of its final and infinite meaning.'" He went again to the window, and stood looking out into the night as though listening to the voices.
"Why, Auntie Sue," he said, turning back to the old gentlewoman,--and his face was radiant with the earnestness of this thought,--"Auntie Sue, there are as many currents in our river out there as there are human lives.