Of Poets I Put Virgil First -

You May Think Me Crude, And Probably I Am Crude, But I Am Not So Crude As I Was, For I Am Clever Enough To See That The Girl Of Nineteen Who Thought Herself A Genius Was Only An Unusual Girl Writing Her Heart Out.

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

It Is With Pain That I Read Of The Dire Effects Of My Book Upon The Minds Of Young Girls.

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

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