It Was A Decent New Year's, But

I Love My Work But Do Not Know How I Write It.

I Am Full Of Fire And Passion. I Am Not Ready Yet For Great Concentration And Passion.

Fishermen, No Matter What Supreme Good Fortune Befalls Them, Cannot Ever Be Absolutely Satisfied. It Is A Fundamental Weakness Of Intellect.

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

I Need This Wild Life, This Freedom.