I Want Fame More Than I Can

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

The World Is Like A Little Marsh Filled With Mint And White Hawthorn.

There Is Really No Right And Wrong. I Recognize No Right And Wrong.

I Have Never Read A Line Of Walt Whitman.

Let Me But Make A Beginning, Let Me But Strike The World In A Vulnerable Spot, And I Can Take It By Storm.