But it is all so big.

I can't find ways to say what is really in me.

Sometimes it seems to me that all the world, all life, everything, had taken up residence inside of me and was clamoring for me to be the spokesman.

I feel--oh, I can't describe it--I feel the bigness of it, but when I speak, I babble like a little child.

It is a great task to transmute feeling and sensation into speech, written or spoken, that will, in turn, in him who reads or listens, transmute itself back into the selfsame feeling and sensation.