I am tired. My arm aches. My head boils. My feet are cold. But I am not aware of any weakness.

Fishermen, no matter what supreme good fortune befalls them, cannot ever be absolutely satisfied. It is a fundamental weakness of intellect.

I am full of fire and passion. I am not ready yet for great concentration and passion.

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.

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

Jealously was an unjust and stifling thing.

I hope I have found myself, my work, my happiness - under the light of the western skies.