“It is not the prize that can make us happy; it not even the winning of the prize, though for the one short half hour of triumph that is pleasant enough. The struggle, the long hot hour of the honest fight, the grinding work, - when the teeth are set, and the skin moist with sweat and rough with dust, when all is doubtful and sometimes desperate, when a man must trust to his own manhood know that those around him trust to it not at all, - that is the happy time of life.k There is no human bliss equal to 12 hours of work with only six to do it. and when the expected pay for that work is worse than doubtful, the inner satisfaction is so much the greater. There is nothing like it; long work, grinding weary work, work without pay, hopeless work, but work in which the worder trusts himself, believing it to be good. ”
