I Love My Work But Do Not

The Difficulty, The Ordeal, Is To Start.

I Arise Full Of Eagerness And Energy, Knowing Well What Achievement Lies Ahead Of Me.

Jealously Was An Unjust And Stifling Thing.

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

Writing Was Like Digging Coal. I Sweat Blood. The Spell Is On Me.