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The outlook was cheerless indeed, but much work had to be done and we could not yield to the desire to remain in the sleeping-bags.

The labour of the body frees us from the pains of the mind, and thus makes the poor happy.

The hardships and dangers involved in the struggle give strength and toughness to the character, and enable it to stand firm in storm as well as in sunshine.

My fellow Americans, our long national nightmare is over.

To sleep is to strain and purify our emotions, to deposit the mud of life, to calm the fever of the soul

Fatigue yourself, but once, to utter exhaustion, and to the end of life you shall not recover the former vigour of your frame.

Let heart-sickness pass beyond a certain bitter point, and the heart loses its life for ever.

The result was that I gradually, but completely, emerged from my habitual depression, and was never again subject to it.

A night's sleep, the sovereign remedy for the smaller vexations of life, had no effect on it.

Oh! the delights of rest when a man comes to be weary, and of meat when he is heartily hungry.

Bear toil and pain, not as if wretched under it, nor as courting pity or admiration.

We are weak, writing is difficult, but for my own sake I do not regret this journey, which has shown that Englishmen can endure hardships, help one another, and meet death with as great a fortitude as ever in the past.

One can only say 'God help us!' and plod on our weary way, cold and very miserable, though outwardly cheerful.

We shall stick it out to the end, but we are getting weaker, of course, and the end cannot be far.

The road to success may be steep to climb, and it puts to the proof the energies of him who would reach the summit.

Energy enables a man to force his way through irksome drudgery and dry details, and carries him onward and upward in every station in life.

The mere drudgery undergone by some men in carrying on their undertakings has been something extraordinary, but the drudgery they regarded as the price of success.

I am now sending back to Belle Plain all my wagons for a fresh supply of provisions and ammunition, and purpose to fight it out on this line if it takes all summer.

Why may I not rest me from this restlessness and sleep from this wide waking?

The Day of Miracles was past, and a long, gray road of dogged work lay ahead.

If you want to change the world don’t ever, ever ring the bell.

We have evidently tapped a level of new energy, masked until then by the fatigue-obstacle usually obeyed.

The fatigue gets worse up to a certain critical point, when gradually or suddenly it passes away, and we are fresher than before.

Most of us may learn to push the barrier farther off, and to live in perfect comfort on much higher levels of power.

We live subject to arrest by degrees of fatigue which we have come only from habit to obey.