Told him earnestly, passionately, of the life she craved, and of the sordid, commonplace narrowness and emptiness--as she saw it--of the life from which she sought to escape.

And as she talked the man's good heart was heavy with sadness and pity for her.
"Oh, girl, girl," he cried, when she had finished.

"Can't you--won't you--understand?
All that you seek is right here--everywhere about you--waiting for you to make it your own, and with it you may have here those greater things without which no life can be abundant and joyous.
The culture and the intellectual life that is dependent upon mere environment is a crippled culture and a sickly life.

The mind that cannot find its food for thought wherever it may be planed will never hobble very far on crutches of superficial cults and societies.

You are leaving the substance, child, for the shadow.