We are kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity.

And I tell you, pleasure and pain have nothing to do with heaven and hell.

For it is just this question of pain that partsus. So long as visible or audible pain turns you sick; so long as your ownpains drive you; so long as pain underlies your propositions aboutsin,—so long, I tell you, you are an animal, thinking a little less obscurelywhat an animal feels.

It is when suffering finds a voice andsets our nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us.

I never yet heard of a useless thing that was not ground out ofexistence by evolution sooner or later. Did you? And pain gets needless.

The crying sounded even louder out of doors. It was as if all the painin the world had found a voice