"Is not life really independent of all these things?
Do they not indeed cover up the real life, and rob one of freedom?
It seems to me that it must be so." He could only answer, "But you know nothing about it.

How can you?
You have never been out of these woods." "No," she returned, "that is true; I have never been out of these woods, and you can never, now, get away from the world into which you have gone." She pointed to the distant hills.

"It is very, very far over there to where you live.

I might, indeed, find many things in your world that would be delightful; but I fear that I should lose the things that after all are, to me, the really big things.

I do not feel that the things that are greatest in your life could bring happiness without that which I find here.