“"My genius?" she echoed with a sudden sense of weariness. "Is there any final test of genius but success? And I certainly haven't succeeded". Selden pushed his hat back and took a side glance of her. "Success - what is success - I shall be interested to have your definition". "Success?" she hesitated. "Why, to get as much as you can out of life, I suppose. It's a relative quality, after all. Isn't that you idea of it? "My idea of it? God forbid!" He sat up with sudden energy, resting his elbows on his knees and staring out upon the mellow fields. "My idea of success" he said "is personal freedom." "Freedom? Freedom from worries?" From everything - from money, from poverty, from ease and anxiety, from all the material accidents. To keep a kind of republic of the spirit - that's what I call success."”
