I don't seem able to pull myself together.

I can neither preach nor work." "Neither can I! This trouble has hit you as hard as it has me.

But, Dave, we've still our duty.

To endure, to endure--that is our life.
Because a beam of sunshine brightened, for a brief time, the gray of our lives, and then faded away, we must not shirk nor grow sour and discontented." "But how cruel is this border life!" "Nature itself is brutal." "Yes, I know, and we have elected to spend our lives here in the midst of this ceaseless strife, to fare poorly, to have no pleasure, never to feel the comfort of a woman's smiles, nor the joy of a child's caress, all because out in the woods are ten or twenty or a hundred savages we may convert." "That is why, and it is enough.

It is hard to give up the women you love to a black-souled renegade, but that is not for my thought.
What kills me is the horror for her--for her." "I, too, suffer with that thought; more than that, I am morbid and depressed.