Let me but make a beginning, let me but strike the world in a
vulnerable spot, and I can take it by storm. Let me but win my
spurs, and then you will see me--of womankind and young--valiantly
astride a charger riding down the world, with Fame following at
the charger’s heels, and the multitudes agape.
But oh, more than all this I want to be happy!
Fame is indeed benign and gentle and satisfying. But Happiness is
something at once tender and brilliant beyond all things.