Of Poets I Put Virgil First -

I Can Think Of Nothing In The World Like The Utter Littleness, The Paltriness, The Contemptibleness, The Degradation, Of The Woman Who Is Tied Down Under A Roof With A Man Who Is Really Nothing To Her; Who Wears The Man’s Name, Who Bears The Man’s Children — Who Plays The Virtuous Woman. . . . May I Never, I Say, Become That Abnormal Merciless Animal, That Deformed Monstrosity — A Virtuous Woman.

I Began To Be A Woman At Twelve, Or More Properly, A Genius.

I Do Not See Any Beauty In Self-restraint.

Some Day The Devil Will Come To Me And Say: 'come With Me.'and I Will Answer: 'yes.

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