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 difficulty, the ordeal, is to start.

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

I must go deeper and even stronger into my treasure mine and stint nothing of time, toil, or torture.

This motion-picture muddle had distracted me from my writing.

Work is my salvation. It changes my moods.

I did not have one bad spell during writing - an unprecedented record.