You have your ambition.' 'Yes, now I have.' She struck a fir-branch with her riding-whip, scattering flakes on my head.

'Would that extinguish it ?' 'In the form of an avalanche perhaps it would.' 'Then you make your aims a part of your life ?' 'I do.' 'Then you win! or it is written of you that you never knew failure! So with me.

I set my life upon my aim when I feel that the object is of true worth.

I win, or death hides from me my missing it.
This I look to; this obtains my Professor's nod, and the approval of my conscience.

Worthiness, however!--the mind must be trained to discern it.