Jealously Was An Unjust And Stifling Thing.

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.

The Difficulty, The Ordeal, Is To Start.

I Need This Wild Life, This Freedom.

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