The difficulty, the ordeal, is to start.
I did not have one bad spell during writing - an unprecedented record.
What makes life worth living? Better surely, to yield to the stain of suicide blood in me and seek forgetfulness in the embrace of cold dark death.
I arise full of eagerness and energy, knowing well what achievement lies ahead of me.
It was a decent New Year's, but it took a million officers to make it so.
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.