I Hope I Have Found Myself, My

I See So Much More Than I Used To See. The Effect Has Been To Depress And Sadden And Hurt Me Terribly.

Love Of Man For Woman--love Of Woman For Man. That's The Nature, The Meaning, The Best Of Life Itself.

The Indian Story Has Never Been Written. Maybe I Am The Man To Do It.

Love Grows More Tremendously Full, Swift, Poignant, As The Years Multiply.

I Am Tired. My Arm Aches. My Head Boils. My Feet Are Cold. But I Am Not Aware Of Any Weakness.