Let Me But Make A Beginning, Let

But In My Life, In My Personality, There Is An Essence Of Falseness And Insincerity. A Thin, Fine Vapor Of Fraud Hangs Always Over Me And Dampens And Injures Some Things In Me That I Value.

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

I Want To Write Such Things As Compel The Admiring Acclamation Of The World At Large, Such Things As Are Written But Once In Years, Things Subtle But Distinctly Different From The Books Written Every Day.

May I Never, I Say, Become That Abnormal, Merciless Animal, That Deformed Monstrosity - A Virtuous Woman.

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.