Morals don't sell nowadays. It's a dreadfully unjust world. Talent isn't genius and no amount of energy can make it so. I want to be great, or nothing. I won't be a commonplace dauber, so I don't intend to try any more.
Fame is a pearl many dive for and only a few bring up.
Even when they do, it is not perfect, and they sigh for more, and lose better things in struggling for them. You have a good many little gifts and virtues, but there is no need of parading them, for conceit spoils the finest genius. There is not much danger that real talent or goodness will be overlooked long, and the great charm of all power is modesty. Father asked us what was God's noblest work. Anna said men, but I said babies.