"The woman from the depths of her rags, a waif, a martyr — smiled. She must have a divine heart to be so tired and yet smile."

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Each man's life represents a road toward himself, an attempt at such a road, the intimation of a path... But each of us - experiments of the depths - strives toward his own destiny. We can understand one another; but each of us is able to interpret himself to himself alone.

— Hermann Hesse