I can do something in the world, I can succeed, I can be somebody now--and now I want to, want to! Oh, I've lacked so much, I've longed so much.

Some way the world didn't seem made right.

I wondered, I puzzled, I didn't know, I couldn't understand--I thought all the world was made to be unhappy--but it isn't, it's made for happiness, for joy, for exultation.

Why, I can see it plainly enough now--all straight out, ahead of me,--all straight ahead of us two!" "How like a man you are!" she said slowly.

"You seek your own success, although your path lies over a woman's disgrace and ruin." "Haven't you ever thought of the other side of this at all?
Can't a woman ever think of mercy to a man?
Can't she ever blame herself just for being Eve, for being the incarnate temptation that she is to any real man?
Can't she see what she is to him?
You talk about ruin--I tell you it's ruin here, sure as we are born, for one or both of us.