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

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

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.