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

I need this wild life, this freedom.

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

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

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

I must go deeper and even stronger into my treasure mine and stint nothing of time, toil, or torture.