The difficulty, the ordeal, is to start.

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

It was a decent New Year's, but it took a million officers to make it so.

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

Adam Larey gazed with hard and wondering eyes down the silent current of the red river upon which he meant to drift away into the desert

Fishermen, no matter what supreme good fortune befalls them, cannot ever be absolutely satisfied. It is a fundamental weakness of intellect.

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