If I Fished Only To Capture Fish,

These Critics Who Crucify Me Do Not Guess The Littlest Part Of My Sincerity. They Must Be Burned In A Blaze. I Cannot Learn From Them.

Recipe For Greatness - To Bear Up Under Loss; To Fight The Bitterness Of Defeat And The Weakness Of Grief; To Be Victor Over Anger; To Smile When Tears Are Close; To Resist Disease And Evil Men And Base Instincts; To Hate Hate And To Love Love; To Go On When It Would Seen Good To Die; To Look Up With Unquenchable Faith In Something Ever More About To Be. That Is What Any Man Can Do, And Be Great.

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

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

The Difficulty, The Ordeal, Is To Start.