Even if everything I owned were taken from me—if I were left friendless, penniless, homeless, scraping by on the streets—I would still carry a pride as hard as steel.

 Even if everything I owned were taken from me—if I were left friendless, penniless, homeless, scraping by on the streets—I would still carry a pride as hard as steel. Because this pride—not vanity—is not external or physical; it is inward and existential. Naturally, only I myself can undo it—if I were to want to.