The difficulty, the ordeal, is to start.
Jealously was an unjust and stifling thing.
Before exulatation had vanished, I felt as if I had been granted a marvellous privilege. Out of the inscrutable waters a beautiful fish had somehow leaped to show me fleetingly the life and spirit of his element.
The Indian story has never been written. Maybe I am the man to do it.
Realism is death to me. I cannot stand life as it is.
Never insult seven men when all your packing is a six-shooter.