"What does it mean ?" He told her.

"And," he concluded, "I wish I could be a great man, but I can't.

There's something small in me that won't permit it.

No doubt Franklin was right when he said life was a tunnel and one had to stoop, and even occasionally to crawl, in order to get through it successfully.
Now--if I hadn't married you--" "Always blaming me," she said, tenderly.

"But even if you hadn't married me, I suspect that sooner or later you'd have decided for being a large man in a valley rather than a very small imitation man on a mountain." Then, after a moment's thought, and with sudden radiance: "But a man as big as you are wouldn't be let stay in the valley, no matter how hard he tried." He laughed.