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

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.

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

I have read of women who have been strongly, grandly brave. Sometimes I have dreamed that I might be brave. The possibilities of this life are magnificent.

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

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.