Blessed be childhood, which brings down something of heaven into the midst of our rough earthliness.
Many individuals have, like uncut diamonds, shining qualities beneath a rough exterior.
My teachers treated me as a diamond in the rough, someone who needed smoothing.
A test of what is real is that it is hard and rough. Joys are found in it, not pleasure. What is pleasant belongs to dreams.
The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.
The only society I like is rough and tough, and the tougher the better. There’s where you get down to bedrock and meet human people.