I see so much more than I used to see. The effect has been to depress and sadden and hurt me terribly.

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.

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

Today I began the novel that I determined to be great.

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

I confess that reading proofs is a pleasure. It stimulates and inspires me.

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