There Is Really No Right And Wrong.

I Do Not See Any Beauty In Self-restraint.

One's Thoughts Are One's Most Crucial Adventures. Seriously And Strongly And Intently To Contemplate Doing Murder Is Everyway More Exciting, More Romantic, More Profoundly Tragic Than The Murder Done.

The World Is Like A Little Marsh Filled With Mint And White Hawthorn.

Just Why I Sent It To The Publishers Would Be Hard To Say, But When I Had Finished It I Felt That It Was Literature, Because It Is Real And Because It Was Well Written. And I Know That The World Wants Such Things.

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.