Where I Was Raised A Woman's Word

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

I Am Tired. My Arm Aches. My Head Boils. My Feet Are Cold. But I Am Not Aware Of Any Weakness.

I Am Full Of Fire And Passion. I Am Not Ready Yet For Great Concentration And Passion.

Love Of Man For Woman--love Of Woman For Man. That's The Nature, The Meaning, The Best Of Life Itself.

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