I Want Fame More Than I Can

When I Was Three Years Old I Was Taken With My Family To A Little Town In Western Minnesota, Where I Lived A More Or Less Vapid And Ordinary Life Until I Was Ten.

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

I Do Not See Any Beauty In Self-restraint.

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

People Say Of Me, 'she's Peculiar.' They Do Not Understand Me. If They Did They Would Say So Oftener And With Emphasis.