Where I Was Raised A Woman's Word

Work Is My Salvation. It Changes My Moods.

Today I Began The Novel That I Determined To Be Great.

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

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

I Am Full Of Fire And Passion. I Am Not Ready Yet For Great Concentration And Passion.