Are There Many Things In This Cool-hearted

I Began To Be A Woman At Twelve, Or More Properly, A Genius.

I Do Not Sing Nor Play, But I Adore Music, Particularly Chopin. I Like Him Because I Cannot Understand Him.

The Highest Thing One Can Do In Literature Is To Succeed In Saying That Thing Which One Meant To Say. There Is Nothing Better Than That - To Make The World See Your Thoughts As You See Them.

Genius, Apart From Natural Sensitiveness, Is Prone Equally To Unreasoning Joy And To Bitterest Morbidness.

I Can Think Of Nothing In The World Like The Utter Littleness, The Paltriness, The Contemptibleness, The Degradation, Of The Woman Who Is Tied Down Under A Roof With A Man Who Is Really Nothing To Her; Who Wears The Man’s Name, Who Bears The Man’s Children — Who Plays The Virtuous Woman. . . . May I Never, I Say, Become That Abnormal Merciless Animal, That Deformed Monstrosity — A Virtuous Woman.