Your strong man is usually ignorant of the existence of his own feelings.

He is never conscious of them.

Paul walked slowly through the village of Osterno, and realized, in his uncompromising honesty, that of the nine hundred men who lived therein there were not three upon whom he could rely.

He had upheld his peasants for years against the cynic truths of Karl Steinmetz.

He had resolutely refused to admit even to himself that they were as devoid of gratitude as they were of wisdom.