The World Is Like A Little Marsh

I Have Never Read A Line Of Walt Whitman.

When I Wrote My Book I Wanted To Love Someone. I Wanted To Be In Love. Now I Know That I Shall Never Be In Love - And I No Longer Wish To Be.

One Must Always Say Things That Aim To Interest, Because In The World One Must After All Pay For One's Keep.

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

Let Me But Make A Beginning, Let Me But Strike The World In A Vulnerable Spot, And I Can Take It By Storm.