It was a decent New Year's, but it took a million officers to make it so.
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 did not have one bad spell during writing - an unprecedented record.
What is writing but an expression of my own life?
Jealously was an unjust and stifling thing.
I hope I have found myself, my work, my happiness - under the light of the western skies.