what we are is the sum of a thousand lies what we know is almost nothing at all but we are what we are till the day we die or till we do n't have the strength to go on the strength to go on , rise against there are seasons , in human affairs , of inward and outward revolution , when new depths seem to be broken up in the soul , when new wants are unfolded in multitudes , and a new and undefined good is thirsted for .