“The mild red road goes on beneath the slanting and peaceful afternoon, mounting a hill.  “Well, I can bear a hill,” he thinks.  “I can bear a hill, a man can.”  It is peaceful and still. “It seems a man can just about bear anything.   He can even bear what he never done.  He can even bear the thinking  how some things is just more than he can bear.  He can even bear it that if he could just give down and cry,  he wouldn’t do it.  He can even bear it to not look back, even when he knows that looking back or not looking back won’t do him any good.”

William Faulkner,  Light In August