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

Fame is indeed beautiful and benign and gentle and satisfying, but happiness is something at once tender and brilliant beyond all things.

I am lithe, but fragile from constant involuntary self-analysis.

Some day the Devil will come to me and say: 'Come with me.'And I will answer: 'Yes.

Genius of a kind has always been with me; an empty heart that has taken on a certain wooden quality; an excellent, strong woman's body and a pitiably starved soul.

I have never read a line of Walt Whitman.

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