From Florence Nightingale
When I was seventeen, I heard a call from God. He spoke to me, Mr Milnes. Now, you can laugh if you like.
And what precisely did God call upon you to do?
I don't know. That's what torments me. Something more, to be more than a pampered, wealthy, little girl. Somehow, to use the gifts I have to serve, instead of going dancing and to parties.