I Am A Genius. Then It Amused

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

At This Point I Meet Me Face To Face. I Am Mary Maclane: Of No Importance To The Wide Bright World And Dearly And Damnably Important To Me.

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.

Except Two Breeds - The Stupid And The Narrowly Feline - All Women Have A Touch Of The Lesbian: An Assertion All Good Non-analytic Creatures Refute With Horror, But Quite True: There Is Always The Poignant Intensive Personal Taste, The Flair Of Inner-sex, In The Tenderest Friendships Of Women.

Fame Is Indeed Beautiful And Benign And Gentle And Satisfying, But Happiness Is Something At Once Tender And Brilliant Beyond All Things.