Some people say that beauty is a curse. It may be true, but I'm sure I should not have at all minded being cursed a little.

I am a genius. Then it amused me to keep saying so, but now it does not. I expected to be happy sometime. Now I know I shall never be.

at this point I meet Me face to face. I am Mary MacLane: of no importance to the wide bright world and dearly and damnably important to Me.

I've never made plans for more than a day ahead.

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.

However great one's gift of language may be, there is always something that one cannot tell.

I do not sing nor play, but I adore music, particularly Chopin. I like him because I cannot understand him.