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

Love of man for woman--love of woman for man. That's the nature, the meaning, the best of life itself.

Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.

What is writing but an expression of my own life?

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.

Far away Tongariro! Green - white thundering Athabasca river of New Zealand! I vowed I would come again down across the Pacific to fish in the swift cold waters of this most beautiful and famous of trout streams. It is something to have striven. It is much to have kept your word.

I can write best in the silence and solitude of the night, when everyone has retired.