I Did Not Have One Bad Spell

I Am Tired. My Arm Aches. My Head Boils. My Feet Are Cold. But I Am Not Aware Of Any Weakness.

I Confess That Reading Proofs Is A Pleasure. It Stimulates And Inspires Me.

Never Insult Seven Men When All Your Packing Is A Six-shooter.

I Need This Wild Life, This Freedom.

I Can Write Best In The Silence And Solitude Of The Night, When Everyone Has Retired.