I Am Tired. My Arm Aches. My

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

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

What Is Writing But An Expression Of My Own Life?

The Difficulty, The Ordeal, Is To Start.

Recipe For Greatness - To Bear Up Under Loss; To Fight The Bitterness Of Defeat And The Weakness Of Grief; To Be Victor Over Anger; To Smile When Tears Are Close; To Resist Disease And Evil Men And Base Instincts; To Hate Hate And To Love Love; To Go On When It Would Seen Good To Die; To Look Up With Unquenchable Faith In Something Ever More About To Be. That Is What Any Man Can Do, And Be Great.