A Genius Who Does Not Know That

I Consider Calmly The Question Of How Much Evil I Should Need To Kill Off My Finer Feelings.

I Am Not Good. I Am Not Virtuous. I Am Not Sympathetic. I Am Not Generous. I Am Merely And Above All A Creature Of Intense Passionate Feeling. I Feel—everything. It Is My Genius. It Burns Me Like Fire.

When I Was Three Years Old I Was Taken With My Family To A Little Town In Western Minnesota, Where I Lived A More Or Less Vapid And Ordinary Life Until I Was Ten.

Some People Say That Beauty Is A Curse. It May Be True, But I'm Sure I Should Not Have At All Minded Being Cursed A Little.

I Never Give My Real Self. I Have A Hundred Sides, And I Turn First One Way And Then The Other. I Am Playing A Deep Game. I Have A Number Of Strong Cards Up My Sleeve. I Have Never Been Myself, Excepting To Two Friends.