Once You Have Felt The Indian Dust,

Cleverness Is A Disease.

In California I Began To Think That, Except On The Beaches, No-one Had The Use Of Their Legs.

I Suppose The More You Have To Do, The More You Learn To Organize And Concentrate-or Else Get Fragmented Into Bits. I Have Learned To Use My 'ten Minutes'. I Once Thought It Was Not Worth Sitting Down For A Time As Short As That; Now I Know Differently And, If I Have Ten Minutes, I Use Them, Even If They Bring Only Two Lines, And It Keeps The Book Alive.

Once You Have Felt The Indian Dust, You Will Never Be Free Of It.

To Wake For The First Time In A New Place Can Be Like Another Birth.