I Am Lithe, But Fragile From Constant

However Great One's Gift Of Language May Be, There Is Always Something That One Cannot Tell.

A Genius Who Does Not Know That He Is A Genius Is No Genius.

I Have Never Read A Line Of Walt Whitman.

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.

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