We are all complex. I wish I were made of just one self — consistent, wise and loving — a self I should never wish to get rid of at any time or place, which would move graciously through my autobiography ‘trailing clouds of glory.’ ... It is no use trying to reconcile the multitude of egos that compose me. I cannot fathom them myself. I ask myself questions that I cannot answer. I find my heart aching when I expected to find it rejoicing; tears flow from my eyes when my lips were formed to smile. I preach love ... and peace, but I am conscious of antagonisms, and lo! I find myself brandishing a sword and making ready for battle.
- Helen Keller My Later Life