I have never read a line of Walt Whitman.

The art of Good Eating has two essential points: one must eat only when one is hungry, and one must take small bites.

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.

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.

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

When I was three years old I was taken with my family to a little town in Western Minnesota, where I lived a more or less vapid and ordinary life until I was ten.