I Did Not Have One Bad Spell

This Motion-picture Muddle Had Distracted Me From My Writing.

Writing Was Like Digging Coal. I Sweat Blood. The Spell Is On Me.

Far Away Tongariro! Green - White Thundering Athabasca River Of New Zealand! I Vowed I Would Come Again Down Across The Pacific To Fish In The Swift Cold Waters Of This Most Beautiful And Famous Of Trout Streams. It Is Something To Have Striven. It Is Much To Have Kept Your Word.

The Indian Story Has Never Been Written. Maybe I Am The Man To Do It.

The Difficulty, The Ordeal, Is To Start.