Frost - pg. 18

At the moment, all the things on which life insisted were losing their value. "All endeavor is riding for a fall," he said. Something was splendid, and the next thing was brutal, much more brutal than the first had been splendid. "The man who gets to the top of the tree is forced to realize there is no top and no tree. I was your age when I first grasped that nothing is worth the least effort. It both calmed me and unsettled me. Now it frightens me." He referred to his condition as "expeditions into the jungle of solitude. It's like having to make my way through millennia, just because a couple of moments are after me with big sticks," he said.