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.

There are hours when I must force the novel out of my mind and be interested in the children.

The Indian story has never been written. Maybe I am the man to do it.

I arise full of eagerness and energy, knowing well what achievement lies ahead of me.

Adam Larey gazed with hard and wondering eyes down the silent current of the red river upon which he meant to drift away into the desert

No one connected intimately with a writer has any appreciation of his temperament, except to think him overdoing everything.

Jealously was an unjust and stifling thing.