Of course, if you do not unconditionally subscribe to my "Will to Believe" essay, it shows that you still are groping in the darkness of misunderstanding either of my meaning or of the truth; for in spite of "the bludgeonings of fate," my head is "bloody but unbowed" as to the rightness of my contention there, in both its parts.
"The Letters of William James, Vol. II"
William James
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud; Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
"The Art of Public Speaking"
Dale Carnagey (AKA Dale Carnegie) and J. Berg Esenwein
Some sudden tumult of compassion seized The crowd, and a great murmur like a wave Rose at the sight, and grew, and thundered up From tier to tier, deep and imperious: So white, so innocent they were, so pure: Their tender limbs so eloquent of shame; And so our loved ones were brought back, all faint, And covered with light raiment, and again Led forth, and now with smiling lips they passed Pale, but unbowed, into the awful ring, Holding each other proudly by the hand.
"Alcyone"
Archibald Lampman