Genius, Apart From Natural Sensitiveness, Is Prone

When A Man And A Woman Love One Another That Is Enough. That Is Marriage. A Religious Rite Is Superfluous. And If The Man And Woman Live Together Without The Love, No Ceremony In The World Can Make It A Marriage.

Genius Of A Kind Has Always Been With Me; An Empty Heart That Has Taken On A Certain Wooden Quality; An Excellent, Strong Woman's Body And A Pitiably Starved Soul.

Just Why I Sent It To The Publishers Would Be Hard To Say, But When I Had Finished It I Felt That It Was Literature, Because It Is Real And Because It Was Well Written. And I Know That The World Wants Such Things.

I Would Rather Be A Fairly Happy Wife And Mother.

Well, If I Am Not Vulgar, Neither Is My Book. I Wrote Myself. Suggestiveness Is Always Vulgar. But Truth Never. My Book Is Not Even Remotely Suggestive. I Call Things By Their Names. That Is All.