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

Writing was like digging coal. I sweat blood. The spell is on me.

This motion-picture muddle had distracted me from my writing.

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

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.

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