A genius who does not know that he is a genius is no genius.

I write every day. Writing is a necessity - like eating.

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.

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

People say of me, 'She's peculiar.' They do not understand me. If they did they would say so oftener and with emphasis.

Genius, apart from natural sensitiveness, is prone equally to unreasoning joy and to bitterest morbidness.

I consider calmly the question of how much evil I should need to kill off my finer feelings.