Work is my salvation. It changes my moods.
I need this wild life, this freedom.
The difficulty, the ordeal, is to start.
Fishermen, no matter what supreme good fortune befalls them, cannot ever be absolutely satisfied. It is a fundamental weakness of intellect.
The Indian story has never been written. Maybe I am the man to do it.
I must go deeper and even stronger into my treasure mine and stint nothing of time, toil, or torture.