I will see this game of life out to its bitter end

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

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

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.

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

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.

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