I Want Fame More Than I Can

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

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

I Want To Live Quietly.

I Would Rather Be A Fairly Happy Wife And Mother.

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