Today I Began The Novel That I

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

Love Grows More Tremendously Full, Swift, Poignant, As The Years Multiply.

If I Fished Only To Capture Fish, My Fishing Trips Would Have Ended Long Ago.

These Critics Who Crucify Me Do Not Guess The Littlest Part Of My Sincerity. They Must Be Burned In A Blaze. I Cannot Learn From Them.

The Indian Story Has Never Been Written. Maybe I Am The Man To Do It.