Jealously Was An Unjust And Stifling Thing.

No One Connected Intimately With A Writer Has Any Appreciation Of His Temperament, Except To Think Him Overdoing Everything.

Today I Began The Novel That I Determined To Be Great.

Men May Rise On Stepping Stones Of Their Dead Selves To Higher Things.

I Arise Full Of Eagerness And Energy, Knowing Well What Achievement Lies Ahead Of Me.

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