Jealously Was An Unjust And Stifling Thing.

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

I See So Much More Than I Used To See. The Effect Has Been To Depress And Sadden And Hurt Me Terribly.

Realism Is Death To Me. I Cannot Stand Life As It Is.

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.

The Difficulty, The Ordeal, Is To Start.